Chapter 545

However, that was no longer necessary now...

I was happy to be able to achieve what I had achieved so far and did not let Matthew down.

Thinking about Matthew, my mood was not as good anymore. In order to stop thinking about him, I

asked the secretary to bring in the documents that I needed t o go through. Only by keeping myself

busy would I be able to stop myself from overthinking.

I worked all the way till noon and remembered what Miss Woods said. I then gave Carlson a call.

I proposed to have a meal with him, and we agreed to meet at a famous Italian restaurant.

There was traffic getting from the company to the restaurant. He had been waiting for a very long

time when I arrived.

I took my seat and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Dad. There was traffic on my way here."

Carlson burst out laughing. "Don't you think you're treating me like a stranger by talking to me like

that? As a father, what's wrong with waiting a little longer for my daughter?"

I smiled. "Alright, alright. I won’t say that again."

After ordering the food, I finally said the things I had been thinking about on my way here. "Dad, if

we follow the rules, then I should go home to celebrate New Year's this year, but a good friend of

mine passed away some time ago and she left a child in Salt City. The child is still very young and

can't stand cold winter days, so I plan to go back to Salt City to celebrate New Year's this year."

Carlson smiled. "The Schumans aren't bound by that many rules. You can celebrate New Year's

wherever you want to. I won't be mad if you don’t celebrate at home. Besides, since she was your

best friend, it's only right for you to go over and visit the young child she left behind."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "I’m glad you’re not mad about it. I was worried that you would be

unhappy, so I hesitated for a very long time before telling you this."

"This is just a trivial matter. As for you and Theo..." Carlson paused for a moment before continuing,

"Is there something wrong between the two of you?"

I subconsciously shook my head to deny it. "No, we're pretty good."

Carlson frowned. "My child, a married couple is bound together by love. You can't just think about

getting a divorce when you argue or have a conflict. Marriage isn't a game."

After a pause, he continued, "You can’t say that you're not compatible just because you have

different

personalities. There are no perfectly compatible couples in this world. The so-called compatibility is

the result of a couple's hard work. Besides, Theo is a very outstanding man. It's hard to find

outstanding men like him now. You should cherish him.”

I chose to listen to his words not because he was my family but also because his words made

sense.

Compatibility and incompatibility. Just because two people were incompatible, was that to say that

they were not suitable for each other?

I thought about this question some time ago but was never able to give myself an answer. Carlson

had answered that for me now.

I picked up my cup and took a sip of water. "I'll listen t o you."

Carlson nodded. "I'm glad to hear that."

"How are the Louises doing, Dad?" I asked.

Carlson smiled. "I can tell that Grayson has no plans of touching you. It's strange. Judging from his

violent temper, he should be trying to teach you a lesson by now."

I thought it was strange too.

Why?

Did Grayson and Petra have bigger schemes?

Everything was unknown at the moment. I should be o n my guard.

However, I was not afraid even if they wanted to retaliate against me. The worst that could happen

was dying, and death was the last thing I was afraid of at the moment.

Carlson still had work to finish in the afternoon. I did not go back to the office after lunch.

I went to the supermarket for grocery shopping before driving to the Nietzsches' place.

I chatted with Jeshua and left when it was almost five o'clock.

When I returned to the villa, I walked in and saw Theo sitting on the sofa watching TV. I felt a little

surprised.

I did not want to go over and talk to him after what had happened last night. It was not because I

was angry but because I did not know how to communicate with him.

I went directly upstairs to my room.

"So you went to the Nietzsches' place today and are planning to go to the cemetery to see Matthew

tomorrow?"

Theo's cold voice rang out behind me. I was startled and turned around to look at him

discontentedly. " You're really well-informed, Mr. Grant."

He had sent someone to follow me, and I was aware of that. However, being aware and hearing it

from him were two completely different things.

Theo ignored my statement and said, "When do you plan to go and visit him? Should I ask

someone to buy a car full of flowers so it’ll seem grander?"

Those words sounded off no matter how I listened to them. I took a deep breath and tried my best

not to sound that mad because I did not want to argue with him.

"Theo, I won't interfere in your affairs so don't interfere in mine. That way, we can also live in

peace."

Arguing with him was a waste of time and energy, hence it was completely unnecessary.

Fortunately, Theo did not continue, nor did he stop me from going to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, I went downstairs to have my meal.

Theo did not come downstairs to eat. I could not care less about him. He was not going to let

himself starve t o death anyway.

After eating, I went upstairs and looked at the time. It was still early and there was nothing much to

do, so I asked Miss Zuri to find me a suitcase. I wanted to pack for my journey to Salt City.

When Theo came back from the study and saw me packing my suitcase, his expression

immediately turned sullen. He walked over and snatched the clothes from my hands.

I stared coldly at him.

He tossed the clothes on the floor. "Wanda Lane, if you want to leave, then you should at least

inform me first. Don't you think you're too uneducated?"

My head hurt from his yelling and I got up while saying indifferently, "Theo Grant, there is no point

arguing with each other. It'll only make our relationship worse."

After a pause, I continued, "I told you earlier. We need t o separate and cool off. After we’ve calmed

down, we need to think if it's necessary to go on. If yes, then we need to sit down and discuss how

we’re going to get along in the future. If not, then we should just break u p on good terms.”

"Do you want to get a divorce that badly?”

Theo completely ignored what I said.

"Am I not kind enough to you? I think I am. I've fulfilled my duty as a husband."

After a pause, he said in a mocking tone, "Or perhaps you think that you can find someone better

than me now that you're the Schumans' daughter?"

He was simply unreasonable!

I took a deep breath. "Theo, can you please reflect on yourself before you condemn me? Tell me,

what am I supposed to do? I gave in and came home with you last night but you gave me the cold

shoulder. I suggested we separate for a period of time but you insist that I want to divorce so badly.

What should I do to make you happy?" 8