I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 2

Joanna was Oliver’s treasure. He had protected and loved her since childhood. Of course, he would not let others beat her. To him, Marshall Clark was a good-for-nothing.

Oliver wished more than anything to simply grab a knife and fight Marshall. However, he suddenly remembered that Jason was still waiting for him in the hospital to pay the medical fees. His heart sank again.

Joanna also sensed that something was wrong with Oliver. She took the key to open the door and asked him with tears in her eyes. “Oliver, you… Is there anything wrong?”

After entering the house, Oliver sat down on a chair and sighed gloomily. Then, he looked up at Joanna and said, “Joanna, please divorce Marshall. He’s just a weasel. You should leave him. But I don’t have time to help you now. Dad… is sick and hospitalized!”

As he spoke, Oliver remembered something else and got up, heading toward his bedroom. He kept a passbook on the top

of his mother’s wooden wardrobe, which was part of her dowry back then. That account had 4,000 dollars, and a small vase was placed on top of the passbook.

Oliver thought, “I’ll use the 4,000 dollars first and then think of the next step slowly. The operation must be done to save Dad’s life!”

The vase was a little old. It was picked up by Oliver’s deceased grandfather from the junkyard. Oliver had even planted golden pothos in it during junior high school but stopped after the plant died.

The wardrobe was a little tall. Oliver, who was five feet seven inches, could not reach the top even if he stood on tiptoes. He stretched out his fingertips as far as he could to touch the vase.

Bang!

As Oliver used pulled the passbook outward with his fingertips, the vase fell and hit right on his forehead.

“Ouch!”

Not knowing whether it was blood or some other liquid flowing into his eyes, Oliver was instantly unable to see and squatted on the ground, covering his eyes.

Joanna heard the noise and ran in. Seeing Oliver’s hands and face covered in blood, she panicked and called 911 immediately.

Two hours later, Oliver sat in the doctor’s office with gauze wrapped around his eyes. The doctor said to him and Joanna, “The fragments of the vase have cut the skin on your forehead. The blood mixed with the residual liquid in the vase infected your eyes, resulting in temporary blindness. I have cleaned it up. You can remove the gauze at home tomorrow morning. There should be no big problem. If you experience any discomfort, please come to the hospital to check again.”

Joanna felt relieved when she heard that it was nothing serious. She helped Oliver go downstairs and then took a taxi home. Oliver wanted to cry but had no tears. He had no choice but to suffer in silence. He did not dare to share much with Joanna because he was afraid she would be more worried, and she would have an even harder time.

alone! What should

was so tired that he

and wanted to ask Oliver to eat it. However, seeing that he did not respond after several attempts to wake him up, she could not bear to continue

until the

his eyes, all he could see

feeling the

he reached out to untie the knot behind

gauze was undone, Oliver

Day had just broken, and the sun had just risen. The sunlight was

the birch

at the branches and leaves of the birch tree, his gaze paused

that? Am I having

and looked at the wardrobe right

that kind of old furniture made of wood. It was unaesthetic and not fashionable. However, when Oliver’s gaze fixed on the

“How strange! This illusion

was made before Calista got married, so it should have

outside the window every day since he was very young,

then.

his mind was so strange, but it felt real. Oliver wondered what was

while. Spotting the phone next to the pillow, he picked it up and saw

capacity: 3400mA. Android 7.1 System. 6GB RAM, 64GB body capacity. The back camera is of 12 million pixels 5-piece mirror camera. 5-million-pixel front camera. Year

Oliver was stunned.

It had been four years since then, and no one

appearing in my mind? Could it

idea. He took out his wallet under the pillow and stared at

seconds later, a message appeared in his mind: [A four-year-old leather wallet. Produced by Juxshire Horizon Leather Factory on April 11, 2016. Craftsmanship:

“Shoot!”

jumped up in

appeared in his mind was not an illusion. Instead, whenever he stared at something, the details of the object he was staring at would appear in his mind,

because