Chapter 1128
This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr
Chapter 1128 Thank Tim
However, Toby flipped out when he saw Tom acting covertly delighted, and he snorted disdainfully. âNo mercy for you if you dare ruin my night without advance notice.â
In other words, he would overlook this night, but if this happened again, Tom would be sent to Ibira for sure. Tom, of course, was over the moon because being sent to Ibira would be unpleasant.
âGot it, President. It will never hââ
He suddenly froze as a thought struck him. President Fuller said something about ruining his night, right? But how have I ruined it?
Combining the time and how Toby looked resentfully at him, it very quickly dawned on him just what exactly his boss meant. What else could a pair of adults do at such a late night apart from that?!
In other words, Toby hadnât taken his anger out on him because Toby lost to Sonia in a game, but he had interrupted his bossâ fun time with her. That was why Toby was so livid with him and wanted to transfer him to Ibira.
It would be justifiable if it was truly the case.
At that, Tom smiled grimly. He didnât think he would be as hapless as to so coincidentally show up just when they were making out.
Hell, no way would he have rung the doorbell if he had the slightest clue!
Sighâ¦
âShoot. Why did you come over at this time, and why didnât you call beforehand?â Toby questioned grimly.
To that, Tom scratched his head and explained, âI wouldâve if I could, President. But I accidentally broke my phone on my way over. So I can only come over personally.â
While speaking, he pulled his destroyed phone out of his pocket, leading Toby to purse his lips upon seeing it. âAlright, whatâs up?â
It was a no-brainer that it was something grave if Tom would deliberately show up at an ungodly hour instead of waiting until the morning.
âItâs something really important, butâ¦â Tom suddenly looked over to Sonia as he left his words hanging.
Sonia quirked an eyebrow, then smiled, getting what he meant. âOkay, you guys go ahead. Iâm going to go back inside because I happened to need to make a call as well.â
With that, she returned to the living room crisply. She wouldnât get upset at all just because Tom wouldnât let her listen to their conversation, as it wasnât a big deal after all.
Besides, even if she and Toby got back together, it didnât mean that she could listen to their every conversation. As much as they were a couple, they were working in different companies.
So, it was only right that she shouldnât be present if the two were going to talk about trade secrets. Besides, she and Toby hadnât remarried.
Even if Toby didnât mind, she couldnât listen to their conversation without qualms. Thus, walking away would make things a lot easier for her.
Meanwhile, Tom looked at Toby after Sonia left. âPresident, Miss Reed wouldnât be mad at me, would she?â
He had deliberately stayed away from the topic while she was present precisely because he didnât want her to hear about it. Hence, he worried that Sonia would get upset over it.
Of course, he wouldnât care if she was upset with him, but it would be troubling if she was upset with his boss. Hell, all of them at Fuller Group would be living in misery if their boss got upset!
Toby looked over his shoulder in the direction Sonia left, then shook his head slightly. âNo, she isnât petty like that. She respects other peopleâs privacy and secrets very much. So she wouldnât overthink because of this. Just say it; just whatâs up?â
âWell, in the afternoon, Connor Salzburgâ¦â
While the two men talked business, Sonia pulled out her phone and made a call out in the living room. The call connected pretty quickly, and a crisp, weary male voice came the next second. âAre you not worried that Toby will get upset when youâre calling me at this hour when youâre supposed to be asleep?â
Embarrassed, Sonia rubbed her nose as she listened to his tease. âHeâs talking business with his assistant right now, and he knows that Iâm making a call.â
Well, he just doesnât know who Iâm calling.
âRight, I havenât bothered you with this call, have I?â she asked. âYou sound pretty tired. Have you not rested? Are you still at the hospital?â
On the other end of the line, Tim entered his office in green scrubs and walked straight to his desk after closing the door behind him. It wasnât until he pulled the chair out, removed his glasses, and rubbed his temples that he answered, âNo, you havenât bothered me. You called at perfect timing. If you were to call any minute sooner, I wouldnât have been able to answer it. Iâve just finished an operation, and now my work for the day is done. Iâll be heading back in a bit.â
âWell, Iâm glad Iâm not disturbing you.â Sonia took a sip of water from the cup on the coffee table.
Meanwhile, Tim put his glasses back on. âWhat about you then? Why are you calling me at this hour?â
âItâs nothing important. I just want to express my appreciation,â said Sonia with a smile as she put the cup back onto the table.
âThank me?â Timâs glasses reflected light.
âYeah.â Sonia nodded. âI only found out this afternoon. I got a call from the police station when I went down asking me to make a trip there. I happened to see Anya in excruciating pain because of her legs. When I asked Officer Chase if they had taken her to the hospital, he said, of course, they did. But Dr. Lancaster said Anya would be fine after taking some pills. She didnât need to be hospitalized. So I immediately figured youâre the doctor, and itâs not that she didnât need to be treated. But youâve deliberately said so because youâre standing up for me. Am I right, Dr. Lancaster?â
A hint of a smile flashed across Timâs eyes as he listened and very quickly returned to his aloof self. âYouâre right. I have done it on purpose. I happened to bump into them when the police took the woman over, so I did it.â
âI knew it.â Sonia chuckled. âThanks, Dr. Lancaster.â
âThereâs nothing to thank me for, so you didnât have to call and thank me.â After a momentary rest, Tim put the call on speaker and placed his phone on the desk, making his way to the coat rack aside to put his jacket on.
When Sonia heard clothes rustling on the other end of the line, she knew he was getting ready to clock out. At that, she hurriedly said, âI should thank you. You stood up for me, after all. But itâs already late at night. I shouldnât keep you on the line, or Iâll hold you back from going home. How about this? Why donât you let me know when youâre available, and Iâll treat you to a meal? Speaking of which, I feel pretty bad that I havenât treated you to a meal and given you a proper thanks when youâve already helped me so many times.â
She lowered her head slightly and smiled apologetically.
On the other end of the line, Tim picked his phone up and walked out of his office after throwing his green scrubs into the disinfection cabinet. âI never really bother myself with peopleâs thanks. But if you insist on thanking me, thatâs fine. Forget about food. Youâll only end up losing your appetite if you eat with me. I donât like eating the normal stuff, and what I like might not be to your taste. Do you know what I like eating?â
âHow would I know?â Sonia shook her head.
âWhat I like isnât cooked with normal seasoning,â described Tim as he pressed the elevator button, âbut cooked with edible chemical substances. So even if you want to treat me to a meal, you wonât be able to find the right restaurant for me.â
Food cooked with chemical substances?! Sonia shuddered just at the inchoate thought. That sounds absolutely scary.