After Divorce, Three Beastmen Came for Me

After Divorce, Three Beastmen Came for Me

He held my test results without even looking up, his voice cold and dripping with sarcasm.

“Three years, and you still couldn’t find a man to come with you to the hospital?”

I said nothing. I was in so much pain that all I could do was stare up at the ceiling.

He continued,

“Call a family member. You need surgery, and we have to discuss the treatment plan with someone close to you. And don’t even think about calling me. We’re divorced.”

…

The next day.

A ridiculously eye-catching trio showed up outside my hospital room:

A famous idol.

A wealthy heir to a corporate empire.

And a genius race car driver.

The three men stood neatly in a row outside my door.

One by one, they walked in and seriously asked him about my condition and treatment plan.

The corner of his mouth twitched several times. His eyes turned red, and in the end, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and ask me,

“You’re saying… these three men are all your family?”

I calmly nodded.

“That’s right. Does the hospital have a rule saying you can’t have more than three family members?”