Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Chapter 903 Sonia’s Reassurance

After Sonia’s explanation, Toby widened his eyes before turning around abruptly. Though his eyes were still red from anger, his pupils were trembling. He was agitated and elated over what Sonia had said.

Toby thought that Sonia was lamenting on why he wouldn’t continue being Connor’s substitute, and on why he wouldn’t turn back into that gentle Toby Fuller. He felt a surge of anger rising and wanted to question her if she really liked his past self to the extent of asking him to be just a stand-in.

If his mother had raised him purely without basing it on her own preference, and Sonia chose to like the past him, at most, he would be slightly upset, but would not be angry about it. The reason being, that would still be the real him.

However, his past self was molded in the shape of Connor. How could Toby accept this should Sonia prefer his past self over the present him? It would be as if she had never loved him and had only ever loved the illusion of his character.

Fortunately, her words after that completely quelled his anger.

It turned out that Sonia loved not the illusion of his character, but his true self—who he really was on the inside. Why else would Sonia say that she was glad that Toby did not return to how he was before?

That was because Sonia knew Toby was not just a substitute for Connor. He was Toby Fuller; he was his own person. He should have had his own personality that was untainted by another person.

And so, Sonia congratulated him on turning back into who he was meant to be.

After Sonia congratulated him, Toby couldn’t hold back his elation and agitation any longer. He took swift steps toward Sonia and tightly embraced her in his arms. With how tight his embrace was, it was as if he wanted to merge with her into becoming one person.

“Sonia… Sonia… Sonia!” Toby leaned his head on her shoulder and continued crying out her name. Each cry of his was filled with heavy emotions. It was just as heavy as the tone of his voice.

Looking at the man, Sonia knew the reason for the man’s agitation.

It was because of what she said.

She clearly knew the influence her words would have on him.

his mother, he

from being his own person. To not be able to be his true self but just somebody else’s stand-in. Thus, a sense of disgust was born inside of the

his existence. She was telling him that there was a meaning for him to be here in

was his own person. He was

agitated by her words and rushed to embrace her

back before she softly said, “You should

as he continued to hold her in his arms. At this moment, he couldn’t do so. It was only

a usually independent, distant man and a man who was clinging onto her like a child now was indeed amusing

be if he wants to continue

him. “Don’t worry. No matter what happens, you’ll have me by your side. Not only me, but Grandma, Jean, and even Tyler are by your side as well. We all know that you are your own person, and not just another

mention Jean, she had to bear her aversion

this point, Toby was still quiet and had buried his head right at Sonia’s neck. He only muffled a sound as an indication that he was listening and would take her words into mind. And so, Sonia did not say anything more, and the two of them stayed silent as they continued to

only when Sonia’s phone rang did Toby

probably calling to ask what you like to eat so

a glance at the caller ID, his emotions became much better. “Answer her. I’ll leave for the

time to calm himself down. Though Sonia had said much and somewhat comforted him, he still needed to think about certain things himself.

which was why she had not objected when Toby wanted to leave for the study, and instead nodded in agreement. However, she believed that he would take no time at all in the study after the encouragement she gave. That

I’ll call you when it’s time

Toby turned

Sonia watching Toby intently, the ringing had stopped as she did

study and closed the door, he stood with his back against the door and closed his eyes slightly as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He wore an expression that was full of fatigue—both physically and

for the purpose of his mother’s freedom, his mother still loved him, and that her love for him was pure and untainted

did love him, but it was not just a simple mother’s love. At the very least, he would