Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

Chapter 649: Downcast

Nathaniel Monroe’s expression was grave. "Then we have to find the best doctor in the world. We have to get this treated."

His gaze then swept around the hospital room as he asked in confusion, "Walker, where’s Chloe?"

"What do you want with me?"

An emotionless, electronic female voice sounded from behind him, unfamiliar and strange.

Nathaniel Monroe turned and met Chloe Reed’s crystal-clear eyes. She was just returning, a bag in her hand.

She was holding a phone, and that voice from a moment ago must have come from it.

Nathaniel Monroe shot to his feet, his relaxed demeanor gone, replaced by a certain stiffness. "Chloe, I heard you and Walker were both hurt, so I came to see how you were doing."

He studied Chloe Reed carefully before speaking. "It’s a relief you’re mostly all right. It’s just... Walker can’t see now. I guess he’ll be depending on you to take care of him from now on."

Chloe Reed lowered her gaze and continued typing. "My voice is gone."

"Ah..."

Nathaniel Monroe was completely stunned. A wave of regret washed over him; he wanted to slap himself across the face.

’What was I even saying?!’

’Someone kill me!’

voice was tinged with a

Monroe said haltingly, "N-no.

a cold, heartless dismissal. "You’re in

Nathaniel Monroe: "..."

pitifully wronged expression immediately

the victim to win Walker Grant’s sympathy, but then his eyes landed on Walker’s face, swathed in white

Nathaniel Monroe: "..."

’I’m such an idiot!’

Just call me if you need anything," Nathaniel Monroe said,

"Wait."

electronic female voice

blinking in confusion. "Chloe, is something

rapidly across the phone screen. "Before you came here, did you go

I told her you two were still on vacation and had bad reception, so you couldn’t reply to her messages right away. I saw Noah, too. He’s doing a bit better than before. I think he’s finally starting to accept that he can’t stand anymore. He asked about you—wanted to know when

couldn’t help but picture her grandmother sitting on the sofa,

sadness washed

subconsciously touched

would have to find out about this sooner or

how heartbroken the old

now," Walker

Nathaniel Monroe: "...Fine."