The Divorce Prescription

Celine smiled sarcastically at Carly's suspicion of her trailing them. "Carly, letting your imagination run wild is a problem too. This is a hospital; you should get that checked. It’s just a coincidence that we keep running into each other. You must still have feelings for Adam. I can’t help but think it’s more than I wherever we go!" Tracy promptly chimed in, "You and Mr. Alvarez are divorced. He doesn't want you anymore, so stop being thick-skinned and following him!"

Lucy was surprised to learn that Celine was a brilliant woman, but she thought it didn’t matter much. She chuckled, "Celine, I didn't expect you to be a genius. But you didn’t pursue a career after graduation. Instead, you married Mr. Alvarez and took on the role of a housewife. Now that he has divorced you, it seems like you feel lost and directionless. Instead of fixating on Mr. Alvarez and Carly, it’s time to focus on yourself and find a job. Financial independence is important for a woman."

Celine was at a loss for words. Just then, her new car pulled up. "Everyone, I'm simply waiting for my car here. I won’t be able to chat any longer. I'm leaving," she announced. Carly laughed, "Waiting for a car? A taxi? It’s hard to hail a taxi outside the hospital." Celine had a history of relying on taxis, which naturally led Carly to think of her in this way. Tracy cast a disdainful glance at Celine. "Celine, I have to say I truly look down on you. Just look at other geniuses; they all own homes and cars and are thriving. Yet here you are, still relying on taxis for transportation. You're bringing down the reputation of a genius!"

That’s enough. Celine’s actually quite pitiful." Celine noticed her new car had come to a halt, and the driver exited and approached her. She moved past Tracy and Lucy, positioning herself

you going on about with all this nonsense?" Carly felt completely defeated. Adam glanced at Celine. It had been two days since he returned, and they hadn’t spoken. Today, her long, silky hair flowed gracefully around her,

difficult to get a taxi around here." As he was wrapping up his words, the driver approached Celine and said, "Hello, Ms. Tate. I’ve picked up your new car for you. I took it

when Celine had purchased a new car. Celine retrieved the car key from her bag, making a ding sound, and was taken aback to see the luxury vehicle parked