Chapter 205
Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper
Chapter 205 How About I Give You a Medal?
He didnât like Sarah. He only felt guilty and wanted to make amends to her. But that guilt disappeared completely after Samara hurt Imogen and his grandfather passed away.
He liked Imogen, but she didnât believe it at all.
If he had liked her for a long time, why did he propose a divorce? If he had only recently started liking her before the divorce, why did he change his mind so easily? It was hard for him to explain.
you. Iâve liked you for a long
âI didnât ask Sarah to quit the entertainment industry, and I didnât plan to marry her. Imogen. I like you. I know you donât believe it, but I still want to tell you. I like time. Itâs just that I was foolish and didnât realize my feelingsâ¦â Imogen found it funny and laughed. âYou liked me a long time ago, but you just didnât realize it? Troy, do you think Iâll believe such an excuse?
âYou like me, but you went on a business trip to see Sarah for a month? You like me, but you proposed a divorce? You like me, but even if I were pregnant, you would ask me to have an abortion? You like me, but you let me be insulted as a third party in the relationship? You like me, but you went to see Sarah on our wedding anniversary? You like me, but you told your aunt that you would divorce me after our marriage?â
Imogenâs words were sharp and piercing as she questioned him.
As she spoke, her eyes began to turn redder.
Because of Samara, the mother of Sarah, Imogen had to stay in bed to protect the baby. Because of Henryâs passing, she lost her child. Now he was telling her that he had liked her for a long time. It was ridiculous!
âIf thatâs really the case, then youâre the executioner who killed our child. I will never reconcile with you.â Imogen closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
It was all Troyâs fault. She had already wanted to let go, but he insisted on entangling her and reminded her of her sorrow.
Troy couldnât defend himself.
Faced with Imogenâs questioning, he could only apologize, and even those apologies seemed useless.
country,
If he had realized his feelings for Imogen earlier, he wouldnât have let Sarah return to the he wouldnât have proposed a divorce, and she wouldnât have hidden her pregnancy news. They would have protected their child like an ordinary couple. He would have accompanied her for prenatal checkâups and had someone constantly by her side, not letting her suffer during pregnancy, and not allowing her to be hurt by Samara. Henry would have held on for a little longerâ¦
All of this, all because of himâ¦â
He was the one who destroyed his own marriage and killed their child.
She was determined not to forgive him.
He had expected this outcome but still held onto a glimmer of hope, hoping they hadnât reached the point of no return.
But the cliff had long been placed in front of them. It was just that he turned a blind eye and couldnât see it clearly.
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Were they really beyond repair?
Troy closed his eyes and started the car silently.
The car passed over the black and yellow speed bumps and merged into the traffic.
It was unusually quiet in the car, with only the sound of surrounding car horns and noise.
After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped at the entrance of a pet hospital.
Troy unbuckled his seatbelt. âLetâs go, Mochi is in there.â
Imogen had already calmed down and simply didnât want to respond to Troy.
Upon hearing his words, she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, following behind Troy into the pet hospital.
The receptionist stood up respectfully when she saw Troy and said, âMr. Marshall, are you here to pick up Mochi? Please follow me.â
She sneaked a glance at Imogen, and she had slight face blindness.
Imogen wasnât a public figure, and there werenât many photos of Imogen circulating online. The receptionist mistakenly thought that Troy had found a new mistress.
She took Mochi, who was wearing a cone of shame, out of the cage and was about to put it in a carrier. Imogen stepped forward and volunteered to hold Mochi, saying, âLet me take care of it.â The receptionist hesitated for a moment and said, âMiss, ringworm is contagiousâ¦â
Imogen reassured her, saying, âI know, itâs fine.â
Seeing this, the receptionist let go and said to Troy, âMr. Marshall, please wait here with the two of you. Iâll bring Mochiâs medicine to you.â
âOkay.â
Imogen sat down on the nearby sofa, lifting Mochiâs cone of shame and carefully examining Mochi.
After a month apart, Mochi had grown quite a bit but still had the appearance of a small kitten with slightly longer fur.
Its belly was plump, indicating that it was a good eater.
There was a shaved patch of fur on its hind leg that was visibly red and without fur, most likely the location of the ringworm.
Mochi snuggled in Imogenâs arms, with the white paw resting on her arm, looking up at Imogen and meowing:
As if it was asking, âWhere have you been all this time?!â
Imogenâs heart melted as she listened to its voice, and she couldnât help but stroke Mochiâs back continuously, responding to it with a meow.
âMeow,â Mochi continued to meow at her.
âMeow,â Imogen continued to respond.
The two continued to meow at each other like this.
Troy couldnât help but smile faintly.
Gradually, Mochi wanted to rub its head against Imogenâs hand but was blocked by the cone of shame, and it tried to scratch it off with his claws but couldnât manage to remove it.
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Imogen couldnât help but laugh out loud and reached out to boop Mochiâs nose. Mochi dodged backward and bit down on Imogenâs index finger, gnawing on it playfully.
Its milk teeth didnât apply much force, making it feel more like a tickle.
The receptionist approached with the medicine, explaining to Troy how to use it, while Imogen continued to tease Mochi, attentively listening.
âOkay, I got it.â Troy held the medicine box and turned to Imogen, saying, âLetâs go.â
Imogen stood up and put Mochi into the carrier, then carried the box and left the pet hospital.
Imogen stood in front of the car and saw Troy about to open the door to get in, so she said, âGive me the medicine. Iâll take a cab back.â
Troy paused at the driverâs seat door and said, âIâll take you back,â
âNo needâ¦â
âEven if weâre divorced, Iâm still your brother. Youâre going to refuse such a trivial thing? Are you planning to cut off all ties with Grandma as well?â
Imogen didnât move. âDo you think divorced couples can still be like siblings?â
âWhy not?â
âWhenever I see you, it reminds me of that unhappy experience. So, itâs best if we see each other less in the future. Donât worry, Iâll still be filial to Grandma, but thereâs no need for anything elseâ¦â
Troyâs large hand trembled as it gripped the car door handle, his throat feeling a pang of sourness. As he had expected, she didnât want any interaction with him.
She wanted to be a normal divorced couple, becoming strangers with him from now on. Although there was still the relation of being Grandmaâs grandson, he could already guess that every time she went to Marshall villa, she would definitely make a call to Layla and make sure that he wasnât there before going over. Grandma would also side with her.
So, it would be difficult for him to see her in the future.
Tory guessed that she didnât want him to accompany her because she didnât want him to know where she lived, even though he already knew from the location sharing.
What should he do?
How could he keep her by his side?
Imogen spoke again, âYou donât have to give me the medicine. I can go in and buy another box. You can go back first.â
Then she turned around and was ready to get in the pet hospital again.
Troy stopped her from leaving, suppressing the bitterness in his heart as he said, âNo need to buy another box. Iâll give you the medicine.â
Imogen halted her steps and turned around.
Troy appeared behind her without her noticing and handed her the medicine box. He moved his lips but didnât say anything.
Imogen took it and looked up at him. âHow much was the money for Mochiâs treatment? Iâll transfer it to you.â
âThereâs no need for that.â
âItâs still necessary. Weâre already divorcedâ¦â
In an instant, Troyâs frustration reached its peak. He spoke coldly, âSince you want to keep things so separate between us, how do you thank me for retrieving your wallet from the thief? How do you thank me for rescuing you from the crowd? How do you thank me for saving you from Jeremy and helping you with the antidote, rushing you to the hospital for emergency treatment? Are these all not worth repaying?â
Imogen frowned. She hadnât expected Troy, who was usually decisive, to be so nitpicky.
But what he said was true. He had indeed helped her, and she couldnât truly forget that.
After some thought, Imogen said, âAlright, thank you for helping me retrieve my wallet from the thief. How much reward do you want?
âAlso, thank you for saving me from the crowd. Should I present you with a commemorative
medal?
âFor the incident with Jeremy, although it was a bit unnecessary, your intentions were good. How much were the medical expenses? I can transfer you the money, or should I give you two commemorative medals?
âOh, and for the previous car accident, how much were the medical expenses? I can give them to you as well. If you want a reward, thatâs fine too.â
Seeing her earnestly considering how to express her gratitude and even using the incident with Jeremy to provoke him, Troy was almost rendered speechless. He gritted his teeth and said, âNo need for a medal!! If you want to thank me, invite me to three meals! Iâll choose the time!â Imogen sighed. That was the least she wanted to hear.
She would rather Troy demand a reward from her, even if it meant taking back the share of their divorce settlement. That way, they would be even.
But that was impossible. He didnât lack money.
So these three meals seemed simple, but they also meant that she would have to have contact with Troy in the future.
âFine,â Imogen agreed.
âYou can go now. When I need to treat you, I will naturally contact you.â
âOkay.â
Imogen hailed a taxi on the side of the road and went back.
Troy watched Imogen get into the taxi before getting into his car. Just as he was about to start the car, his phone rang.
It was a call from Emily.
âHello, Emily?â
âTroy, I have some things to take care of in the near future and wonât be able to take care of Grace. Iâm thinking of sending her to your place for a while. Itâs also her vacation.â
Hearing this, Troy was a bit stunned. âThis isnât appropriate.â
Troy thought, âEmily doesnât get it wrong, does she? She wants me to take care of Grace?â âWhatâs inappropriate about it? If it were during school time, I could ask the neighbors to look after her, but now that sheâs on vacation, I canât just leave her with the neighbors all the time. After thinking about it, itâs better to send her to your place. The little girl really wants to see you
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and keeps talking about wanting to visit New York City.â
An idea ran through Troyâs mind. âThen⦠fine.â
It seemed like Grace really liked Imogen when they last met.