Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

Silence fell over the hospital room, followed by the sound of rustling gauze.

Chloe Reed stood aside, watching, so nervous her breathing grew taut.

Fiona Linton carefully examined Walker Grant’s eyes, then dabbed a bit of the ointment on them with a cotton swab and sniffed it. After a moment of careful identification, she said, "This medicine only serves to relieve pain. It does nothing to help your vision recover."

Walker Grant’s expression remained unchanged. He asked, "Then, Doctor Linton, do you have a solution?"

"I do."

Fiona Linton tossed the cotton swab, rewrapped the gauze around his eyes, then pulled over a nearby chair and sat down. She took his wrist to check his pulse.

Walker Grant’s fingers twitched, curling slightly.

"Hey, don’t hit me! I’m just checking your pulse!" Fiona Linton said quickly, sensing his reaction.

"Mm."

Walker Grant grunted in acknowledgment and remained still.

Seeing him relax, Fiona Linton let out a breath of relief. She turned to Chloe Reed and said, "Your husband is so intimidating. How do you put up with him?"

Walker Grant’s eyebrow twitched. ’Did she really just say that to my face?’

’That’s not very appropriate, is it?’

Chloe Reed’s gaze flickered for a moment, but she didn’t answer the question.

After checking the pulses in both of his wrists, Fiona Linton said, "I have a general treatment plan in mind. Next, I’ll use acupuncture and herbal decoctions for the initial detoxification. The treatment steps for you and your wife are the same. We’ll start by detoxing, then see where we’re at."

"Thank you."

Walker Grant’s tone softened slightly. "I’ll have my executive assistant contact you."

Fiona Linton’s eyes lit up. "Are you going to write me a check? Wow, will it be a blank one for me to fill out?"

Walker Grant said, "If you can cure us, you can have anything you want."

Fiona Linton’s eyes grew even brighter. She rubbed her hands together eagerly. "Great, great, great! I’ll definitely do my best. Once I cure you two, I’ll be set for life!"

With that, she left the room to find the hospital’s doctor and get his previous test results.

"Chloe."

Walker Grant called her name again.

"Mm."

Chloe Reed answered, letting him know she was still there, that she hadn’t left.

Walker Grant turned his head toward the sound, facing her. His tone softened. "Were you scared yesterday?"

Chloe Reed typed on her phone: "I was fine."

’As long as I’m not dead, as long as I’m still breathing, there’s still hope.’

’And as it turns out, everything yesterday was just a misunderstanding.’

Walker Grant said, "I had someone investigate her. Everything she said is true."

Chloe Reed hummed in acknowledgment.

"Chloe."

"Mm."

"Chloe."

"..."

"Chloe."

Chloe Reed closed her eyes. The cold, electronic female voice from her phone seemed to be tinged with a hint of helplessness. "What is it you really want to say?"

Walker Grant said, "I want to hold you, to kiss you, to..."

"Ahem!"

Just then, a light cough came from the doorway. Nathaniel Monroe had appeared at a most inopportune moment. He looked embarrassed as he said, "Uh, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, really. It’s just, my sister called to ask how you are. Do you want to talk to her?"

Walker Grant’s tone turned icy. "If she wants to know, she can come here herself."

Nathaniel Monroe shrank back but didn’t leave. He continued, "And, uh... Aunt Jensen called me again too. Maybe you should call her back?"

"I’m busy."

"..."

Nathaniel Monroe didn’t dare linger a moment longer. He could already feel the murderous intent radiating from Walker!