This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

Sonia squeezed her brows together. “Did Grandma ask you to send me home?”

“Yeah.” Toby’s eyes glinted for a moment as he spoke.

“She told you to send me home when we were in the ward earlier, but she no longer insisted on it after I rejected the offer. Why would she change her mind and make you come after me? You aren’t lying, are you, Toby?” Sonia eyed him with a suspicious look.

He pulled the car door open as he spoke. “No. It had turned dark, and Grandma was worried about you walking around on your own, so she told me to come after you and send you home. Alright, just get into the car. You don’t want Grandma to get worried, do you?”

Sonia fell silent for a while before she let out a sigh. “Fine. Okay.” She lowered her body and got into the car. Toby relaxed his eyebrows a little when he saw her entering the car. It looks like she believes what I said. He closed Sonia’s door for her before going around the front of the car and getting into the driver’s seat. “Are you heading back to the Bayside Residence?”

Sonia’s gaze was fixed on the view outside the window as she gave him a soft grunt of agreement. Toby pressed his lips together before he started the car. On the way home, Sonia didn’t say a single thing; she didn’t wish to talk to him, nor did she have much to say to him.

Meanwhile, Toby tried to steal a few glances at her through the rearview mirror. However, her expression was barely visible due to the dark shadows in the car. He wasn’t used to Sonia being this quiet. They would ride in the same car in the past, during the six years they had been together. Back then, Sonia still loved Toby; she would always try to start topics of conversation with him while they were in the car. Toby, on the other hand, wouldn’t pay much attention to her. Sometimes, he would even tell her to keep quiet when he felt like she was talking too much. That’s exactly what she’s doing now—she’s keeping quiet, and she’s no longer trying to initiate topics of conversation with me, Toby thought. He felt his chest tightening.

With that thought in his mind, Toby’s lips twitched for a moment before he spoke up. “Are you and Charles planning to get married?” He surprised himself by starting a topic; he had no idea what made him do it.

“Hmm?” Sonia froze for a second. She was clearly puzzled by his abrupt question. “I don’t know,” she said while shaking her head.

Toby’s eyes lit up immediately. Before he could conceal the slight joy in his eyes, Sonia continued with the rest of her words. “I guess I might get married to him in the future. He’s really good to me; even his parents are really nice to me. I’m sure I’d live a really happy life if I get married to him.”

grip on the steering wheel as a rather displeased look found its way to his face. He could tell that she was mocking him and the Fuller Family. However, he couldn’t deny the fact that Charles was indeed good to Sonia. Toby knew that Sonia would live a better life if she got married to Charles. That was the truth, yet Toby felt uneasy and frustrated whenever

thin lips together and kept quiet after that. A long and loving relationship? Oddly enough, Toby disliked the good wishes that Sonia had just offered him. It wasn’t because there was something wrong with the term itself; it was simply because he didn’t want her to be

after that. The atmosphere in the car seemed even heavier than before. Sonia could sense that the man was in a bad mood, but she couldn’t—nor did she wish to—understand why. She simply decided to plug in her earphones and listen to music instead. Toby could tell

Toby pulled the car over, Sonia opened the door and got out. She stood by the side of the road for a short moment before she let out a soft cry. Then, she fished her purse out once more before she pulled out a bill

in through the car window. She then strode off in the direction of her building. Toby glanced at the back of her figure before he turned to look at the money lying on his backseat, which made him frown and purse

came into Sonia’s office after Sonia arrived at work. “Mr. Coleman is here to see you,

just as she was about to put

said

doing here?” Sonia pulled her chair back

that he has something he’d like to talk

he’s about to tell me must be important, Sonia thought. Moments later, Zane walked in with a file in his hands. He didn’t look anything like his usual lazy and playful self.

“Please get Mr. Coleman some coffee,” she told Daphne as she turned toward

turning to leave the office. Zane and Sonia were the only two people in the room after that. “I heard that there’s something you’d like to talk to

time when you nearly fell off a horse?” Zane asked as he pushed

uttered with a nod. Her soul nearly left her body when that happened; how could she forget such an incident? “What you’re about to tell me… Does it have anything to do with me falling off the

wasn’t an accident

was about to look through the documents. “Did