Chapter 616

He had been so busy these days, so what if he didn’t have the time to

read the message?

She hesitated for a moment and dialed his number directly.

The “Doo, Doo, Doo—" sound went on and on and she almost thought

that the call was going to end when he finally picked up his phone.

"Something wrong?" His voice was calm and did not convey much of

his emotion.

“It's Friday." Joyce didn’t want to be too straightforward this time.

"So what?"

"What day is it? You don't remember?" Joyce asked in surprise.

"Didn't I arrange for Aaron to pick you up after you were discharged

from the hospital? I'm sorry I had some business and couldn't make it

over. What other questions do you have? I'm in a meeting, I'll call you

back later.” Luther answered as if Joyce was calling to question him

about why he hadn't picked her up from the hospital.

Joyce instantly exploded in anger, “Wait! Don't hang up! Let me finish!

Did you forget something important?"

"What is it?"

"Today we are going to the court and get a divorce certificate!" She

directly questioned, "Do you really have forgotten about that?"

On the phone, there was a moment of silence and stagnation.

Halfway through the day, Luther said, "Got it."

"What's the use of knowing? You're still in Clarenworth, when will you

be back?" Joyce was simply speechless.

“There is a meeting in the morning and we will be back at noon.

Perhaps we will be back to Khebury a little after two in the afternoon,”

Luther's tone was colder and colder.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you at the court. Come before three." Joyce

breathed a sigh of relief and admonished, "Remember, bring your ID

card!!! Don't be late. We still have to wait, and we don't have much

time! The counter will close at four thirty."

"Good." He said nothing more than that. And on the other end of the

phone, it was impossible for Joyce to distinguish his emotions.

"Definitely, bring your ID!" Joyce stressed again.

"Got it. Got to go now, I'm in a meeting."

With a "Beep, Beep, Beep—" sound on the phone, she knew Luther

had hung up.

Joyce leaned limply against the back of the seat and took a long sigh of

relief.

She noticed that Aaron was looking at her steadily through the rearview

mirror.

"What's wrong, Aaron?" she wondered.

"Joyce, actually ..." Aaron stammered, "Actually I have Boss's ID."

"What?" Joyce instantly got up from the back of the seat and sat up

straight.

"Why didn't he just say that?!" She found it simply unbelievable.

"The fact is, usually the boss's documents are kept by me. Usually, I

would just follow Boss, and if I happen to be away and Boss needs to

use it, I will just send it to him." Aaron said.

Joyce rolled her eyes and became even more speechless.

She instructed Aaron, "By three o'clock in the afternoon, you will have

to deliver his ID card to the court.”

"Joyce, actually ..."

Aaron wanted to say something. He thought for a long time, and he

finally said it, "Do you still remember the first time you and Boss went to

the court for divorce? When you arrived at the court, Boss said he

didn't have his ID card with him, and in the end you didn't get the

application done. At that time, I was right next to you."

Joyce froze. She was smart enough.

After she heard what Aaron had said, she quickly understood the

meaning of Aaron's words.

“You mean, that time when Luther and I went to the court early in the

morning, he didn't actually go without his ID card, and he didn't have it

only because you had his ID card at the time?"

"Yes." Aaron nodded gently.

Joyce was stunned beyond belief.

The truth was quite beyond her expectation.

So, in fact, they could have divorced long ago ...

It was Luther himself, who made a mess of it.