My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him
Chapter 120: Ha, she must divorce my son!

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Ha, she must divorce my son!

The voice on the phone wasn’t anyone else—it was Lucas Hughes’s mother, Lydia Woods.

As soon as Lydia finished speaking, Emily Sterling’s anxious voice came through the receiver.

"Lydia, what are you doing? Didn’t we agree I’d call Chloe first and talk to her? Give me back the phone!"

"What am I doing? I’m just speaking the truth. She’s the one who contracted AIDS, and if she continues being with my son, she’ll end up infecting him!"

Lydia spoke bluntly without a hint of restraint. Chloe furrowed her brows, just about to respond, when Emily managed to wrest the phone back.

"Chloe, I’m fine here, don’t worry. There’s no need to panic."

Emily truly hadn’t expected Lydia to act like this. Everything had been fine before the call—not even a hint of trouble.

"Mom, don’t worry. I’ll come home right away!"

As soon as Chloe heard this, she couldn’t sit still any longer. Moreover, she was perfectly fine now—the previous test results were erroneous; she hadn’t contracted AIDS at all.

After ending the call, Chloe rushed out of the hospital, flagged down a taxi, and headed back home.

On the way, she couldn’t understand why Lydia had suddenly become so unreasonable. She had never acted like this before.

It probably stemmed from her fear of her son contracting AIDS.

From this perspective, Chloe could actually understand her.

After all, if someone truly contracted AIDS, it was practically a death sentence—chronic, incurable, with no hope for recovery.

Chloe thought, once she got home and explained everything to Lydia, she’d realize Chloe didn’t have AIDS, and things would return to normal.

They could go back to being the harmonious, happy family they’d always been.

Thirty minutes later, Chloe arrived home. She directed the cab to enter the neighborhood and stop in front of the apartment building. As soon as she stepped out, she rushed into the building.

While entering the passcode at the door, she could still hear Lydia’s agitated voice from inside the apartment.

As soon as she opened the door and stepped in, Lydia looked at her, visibly shocked.

"You... You’re back? Aren’t you supposed to be at the medical research facility undergoing treatment?"

"Mom, actually, I already..."

Chloe walked over with a smile, ready to tell Lydia that she hadn’t contracted AIDS.

"Stop! Stay right there! Don’t come any closer! You’ve already got AIDS. Don’t spread it to me!"

But before Chloe could take another step, Lydia pointed at her and shot up from the sofa, shouting loudly.

Chloe maintained her calm, speaking gently: "Mom, I didn’t contract AIDS. The previous test results were wrong. They mixed my blood sample up with someone else’s—the actual patient who had AIDS."

"If you don’t believe me, look—this is the latest expedited test result. I’m completely fine."

As Chloe finished speaking, she took out the new blood test report, which Alexander Johnson had arranged, and handed it to Lydia.

"What? You... You don’t have AIDS?"

Lydia looked visibly skeptical. She glanced at the test report in Chloe’s hand, hesitated for a moment, then cautiously stepped forward.

She didn’t dare touch Chloe’s hand, instead carefully picking up the paper from one corner and hurriedly reviewing it.

Meanwhile, Emily Sterling was overcome with joy, her eyes already brimming with tears. She threw her arms around Chloe.

"Chloe, this is wonderful. You don’t have AIDS—this is real? Am I dreaming? You have no idea, ever since I found out you were diagnosed, it’s felt like living in a nightmare. I kept trying to comfort myself, thinking once I woke up, everything would be okay."

"But you really were diagnosed, and every single morning I woke up, I felt crushed, wishing crazily that it was all just a dream. But now, it’s true—you don’t have AIDS. Oh, thank God... sob..."

As Emily spoke, her voice choked up, and she began to cry.

"Yes, Mom, I don’t have AIDS. They made a mistake during the tests—this isn’t a dream; it’s real. Mom, stop crying. I’m okay now, isn’t that cause for celebration?"

Chloe held Emily’s trembling, tearful body, her own eyes starting to well up.

"Yes! Yes! You don’t have AIDS—that’s something to celebrate! This is so wonderful! We absolutely need to celebrate properly."

Emily wiped her tears away with a smile and turned to Lydia, who was still poring over the test results.

"Lydia, look. Chloe doesn’t have AIDS. Everything has been resolved perfectly. You don’t need to worry anymore."

At that moment, both Emily and Chloe shared the same hopeful sentiments.

They believed Lydia had been so agitated because she feared Chloe might pass AIDS to her son, Lucas Hughes.

As mothers themselves, they could understand Lydia’s anxiety and protectiveness toward her child.

Chloe also felt that since she didn’t have AIDS, everything could return to how it used to be.

But in the next moment, Lydia sneered, tossing the blood test report onto the table with a loud "smack."

"Hmph, so you don’t have AIDS. But what difference does it make? The divorce agreement has already been signed, so the marriage ends here!"