Not long after I left the ward, I returned with the divorce agreement.

Since all pretenses had been dropped, there was no point in dragging it out. It was better to end everything at once.

I tossed the agreement onto the messy bedside table.

“Sign it. The house and the car were already sold to pay for your treatment. All that remains are these debt lists.”

Rosalie sat in Ethan’s arms, feeding him grapes with her mouth. She looked at me as if I had lost my mind.

“Leo, have you gone crazy?”

She waved her hand, scattering the papers across the floor.

“You sold the house and the car on your own. What does that have to do with me? You are penniless now, and you still want to talk about dividing assets? What assets do you even have?”

She pointed at the pile of IOUs.

“These debts add up to more than three million. Your signature is on them, so you can figure out how to pay them back. Do not try to push them onto me. I just woke up and need money for recovery. I will not take on a single penny of debt.”

Ethan adjusted his glasses and spoke in a cold, business‑like tone.

“Mr. Leighton, have a conscience. Rosie may be awake, yet her long‑term rehabilitation is expensive. Since you have no money, do not hold her back from pursuing a better life. You should bear this debt yourself.”

I looked at the two people who would strip someone to the bone without hesitation, and disgust rose in my chest.

Most of the debt came from the high‑interest loan I took to buy the unapproved miracle drug Ethan recommended.

It turned out they only saw me as a fool who would pay the bill.

Rosalie mistook my silence for resentment. She suddenly exposed my weaknesses to please Ethan.

“Leo, I know what you are upset about. You have been holding a grudge because I never let you touch me during our five years of marriage, right?”

She linked her arm through Ethan’s and rubbed her head against his shoulder with pride.

“I lied about not feeling well because I wanted to be a car model. I could not risk any marks on my body. You are big and strong, and you are also rough. I was afraid you would leave bruises on me and ruin my appearance on camera.”

She glanced at me with open disdain, her voice dripping with contempt.

“I am even embarrassed to mention your size. You are nothing like Dr. Joeman, who is gentle and skillful.”

I let out a short laugh and looked at her exposed thighs. They were covered in the dark pinch marks Ethan had left earlier.

“You think I am too rough and would leave bruises?” I pointed at her legs.

“Then what are those? Rotten grape skins?”

Rosalie followed my gaze without any shame. She even touched the marks with pride, her eyes dreamy.

“What do you know? This is proof of Dr. Joeman’s love for me. A blockhead like you will never understand this kind of excitement.”

I almost laughed at her foolish expression.

I had always been careful with her because of her fragile health. I held back out of concern, yet she mistook restraint for weakness and tenderness for roughness.

Ethan’s harmful behavior had become, in her mind, gentleness and a badge of honor.

“Fine.” I nodded, picked up the agreement from the floor, and signed my name without emotion.

“I will pay, while he gets the girl. Since you like badges so much, I hope you are covered in them from now on.”

I tossed the pen aside and turned to leave.

Behind me, Rosalie’s triumphant voice rang out. “Idiot. We finally got rid of that peasant. Dr. Joeman, let us celebrate…”

I retorted inwardly, 'Idiot, party hard.'

Three days later, Ethan held a grand medical miracle press conference at the hospital.

Under the flashing lights, Ethan wore a suit and held Rosalie, who had perfect makeup. They looked like a flawless pair.

The banner on the stage read: The Triumph of Love and Science – The Awakening of a Coma Patient.

I stood in the corner and watched them receive cheers and admiration from the crowd.

Ethan held the microphone, looking humble while his eyes revealed pride.

“There was no miracle. I used the latest stimulation therapy. The results proved that only treatment that reached the deepest parts of the mind could awaken a dormant consciousness.”

Rosalie looked at him with affection and took the microphone. Her voice trembled.

“Although I could not move during these three years, I could feel everything. My husband only stayed by my bedside and filled the room with negative energy. It was Dr. Joeman who gave me physical therapy day and night and reignited my hope for life.”

The audience erupted into applause.

Ethan suddenly spotted me. His sharp eyes lit up.

“It just so happens that my former patient’s family member, Mr. Leo Leighton, is here. Please come up.”

The spotlight landed on me.

I did not hesitate. I walked onto the stage and faced the mocking gazes.

Ethan patted my shoulder and spoke to the cameras.

“Everyone, this is the negative example. He was incompetent, which caused the patient to remain in a coma for three years. He did put in physical effort, so we invited him today to show that blind waiting does nothing. Only science and passion can create miracles.”

Rosalie shrank into Ethan’s arms with disgust.

“Leo, hurry up and thank Dr. Joeman. Then get off the stage.”

The audience roared with laughter. Cameras zoomed in on my face, waiting to see me embarrass myself.

I let out a short laugh. “No need for that.”

I pulled a report from my pocket and took the microphone from Ethan.

“Since this is a press conference, we should not hear only one side. I have a pathology report here. I would like all the media and Dr. Joeman to take a look.”

Ethan’s expression shifted. He reached for the report, but I had already plugged a USB drive into the projector.

The screen lit up with a blood analysis report.

The entire hall fell silent.

“Dr. Joeman, you are too humble. This is not only a medical miracle. It is a biological miracle.”

Ethan’s pupils tightened. He froze.

Rosalie, confused and thinking I was bluffing, pointed at me and shouted,

“Leo, you are crazy. Who are you trying to scare with this nonsense?”

“It is fine if you do not understand. I will explain.” I pointed at the highlighted section.

“Congratulations to Dr. Joeman. His intensive treatment not only awakened her but also activated something that had been dormant in her body for three years.”

The audience erupted into chaos.

Rosalie’s face turned pale. Her lips trembled.

“You… You are lying. My skin is just a little rosy…”

“Rosy?” I cut her off with a cold smile and pointed at the index on the report.

“You are not recovering. This is a last burst of clarity before the condition reaches your brainstem.”

I turned to Ethan, who was scratching the back of his hand. My voice was calm.

“To put it simply, there is no cure. You continued your treatment even while injured. So congratulations. You have been affected too.”