Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 248 Family of Three

Before they got married, he was often caught up in social engagements, to the point where even his grandfather advised him not to push himself too hard. However, he was young and felt the weight of numerous people’s dissatisfaction with him within the company. He believed he had to work doubly hard and not let down his grandfather, who had supported his rise to power. After their marriage, his social commitments gradually decreased. He would often come home after work to have dinner with her. If he didn’t like her, she couldn’t have persuaded him to change his bad habits.

Before their marriage, due to the high–pressure environment at the company, he often scolded employees for their mistakes. However, in Imogen’s memory, he was always gentle with his subordinates.

Even he hadn’t realized the subtle influence Imogen had on him.

By the time he did realize, it was already too late.

Hearing his heartfelt confession, Imogen suddenly didn’t know how to respond.

She felt happiness. After nearly a decade of liking him, he had finally echoed her love.

Yet, she also felt sadness. While he might like her now, the fact remained that he had hurt her for Sarah. The scars from that past pain were still vivid, unerasable.

Mostly, she felt a sense of lament, wondering if their ending could have been different if he had discovered her feelings earlier.

But there were no “what ifs” in life.

That marriage had exhausted her both physically and emotionally. She couldn’t return to the Imogen before, who loved him with all her heart.

It was as if she had lost the capacity to love someone.

“Troy, the nurse is here!”

Grace entered in a scurry, breaking the silence in the room.

Imogen patted Grace’s head. “You’re such a good girl, Grace.”

She looked up at Troy. “You should go for your infusion.”

Troy stood there silently.

The nurse entered with a bottle of medication and a sealed syringe. She glanced at Troy and asked, “On the sofa or the bed?”

Troy turned around and sat on the sofa. “Here.”

“All right.”

The nurse hung the bottle on a nearby stand and deftly inserted the needle into Troy’s vein.

puff of air

had brought Grace’s little backpack along, filled with her favorite painting supplies such as paints,

everything out and played with

“Ding!”

sound of a Facebook message notification

app on her phone. It’s a message

had reached a settlement with

message to express

unworthy of such praise.

related to Troy, Yann’s involvement

They wanted to invite you for dinner, but I made an excuse to decline. Would you happen to have time tomorrow evening? I’d like

pick

yourself. Let’s meet at the restaurant.]

Imogen: [That’s okay.].

the way, Imogen… Could it be just the

probably afraid that she

glanced at the little girl busy with her

down her phone and looked up, meeting Troy’s

his gaze, pondering

if it could be

message.

averted her eyes and approached Grace. “Are you drawing a

of us. This

holding hands with a child in the middle. At

head. “You’re really clever,

with his laptop on the side, Troy heard that and smiled. “Grace,

for myself…” The little girl looked conflicted but eventually agreed, “Fine, I’ll give it to

keep it if you

at this drawing after I go back,

she didn’t intend to stay

rush, Grace. There’s still awhile before your vacation ends. Don’t think too much

already mid–afternoon, and said, “Grace, would you like to stay and play with Troy at the hospital this evening? I will come to pick you

surprised. “Are you going out to dinner with

at Imogen, his gaze intense.

under his gaze, feeling inexplicably guilty. “Um, he reconciled with the supplier, so

situation. The latter part of her sentence was subconsciously said to

saying that, she realized she didn’t need to

to go with

can’t take you this time. Would you