This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

“I feel much better,” the old woman replied with a smile.

Sonia nodded. “That’s good to hear.”

All of a sudden, Rose pointed toward the end of her bed as if she had just recalled something. “Mary’s son dropped by to visit her yesterday, Sonia. He brought Mary some pineapples from home. You like pineapples, don’t you? You should bring some home for yourself.”

Sonia turned toward the basketful of pineapples. She felt her mouth watering just at the sight of it. She was just about to nod and thank Rose when Toby spoke up. “No!”

Rose frowned immediately. The smile on Sonia’s face faltered as Rose shot Toby a rather disapproving stare. “Why not? I’m the one who’s giving it to Sonia. Do I need to ask for your permission?” I’ve never realized how stingy of a man my grandson is. Why is he being so selfish over a few pineapples!

On the other hand, Sonia kept her lips sealed. She didn’t feel angry at all. They were just pineapples, after all; she didn’t see the need to lose her temper just because he refused to give her some. Toby realized how the two other women must have misunderstood him when he saw the grim looks on both their faces. “She’s not supposed to eat pineapples,” he muttered as he lowered his gaze.

For some reason, Toby found himself doing research on things that pregnant women had to watch out for after he heard the news of Sonia’s pregnancy. He went through the list of foods that pregnant women weren’t supposed to eat, and pineapples were one of the items listed there. “Why not?!” Rose shifted her cold glare toward Toby. It was evident that she was going to bicker with him until he provided her with a reasonable explanation for his words.

Sonia turned to look at Toby as well. She didn’t understand why he would say that she couldn’t eat pineapples. Toby pressed his thin lips together as he thought about how he should explain himself. Sonia hadn’t told the public about her pregnancy, so he was in no position to reveal such information about her.

After some thought, Toby’s eyes lit up as he came up with an answer. “Mary was the one who gave this to you. How could you offer it to someone else? What would Mary think? You should get Mary to blend it into pineapple juice for you or something.”

that point. “Is this the reason you won’t allow Sonia to take some pineapples? Great, Toby. Great job! You must have been spending a lot of time with Jean—that would explain why you’re acting as stingy as she is. Look at how much of a miser you are! I should have never allowed Jean to

person. His gaze shifted to look at Sonia before he realized what he

can bring some pineapples home, Sonia. Please just ignore him. These are my pineapples; he has no say in my decision.” Rose gave Toby another

the pineapples, the more she wanted to get some for herself. She

way she looked at him. Whatever. She can take it if she wants to. I’ll just find a way to get rid of the pineapples after that. I can’t allow her to

stick by the side

cup and filled it with water from the water dispenser. Once the cup was full, he walked over to Sonia and handed it to

replied politely as she

hot,”

what he said.

given someone else the same reminder if she were placed in his position, so she didn’t sense anything odd about the situation. After blowing the water to cool it

is it, Sonia?” Rose asked

“Did you put honey in here,

you not like it?” He didn’t realize the hint of nervousness that coated

the other hand, jolted with surprise as she sensed something that Sonia didn’t; she was experienced and wise—Sonia was no match for her. She had suspected that Toby was caring for Sonia ever since their earlier conversations. Once she heard that Toby had added honey into Sonia’s drink, and once she heard his voice as he asked Sonia if she liked it, things were much clearer

smile. “I do. I was just

a sigh of relief. “No worries.” It seemed like she wasn’t angry, although he had made the decision to add honey on his own. Toby

idiot!” Rose glanced at Toby through the corner of

about me, Grandma?” What did

looked

scoff. “Who else could I be talking about?” What else can you call someone who isn’t

question his grandmother’s words when his phone rang. He knitted his brows and pulled his phone out. A series of complicated emotions flashed across his

picking it

the end. He didn’t want to pick up the call, not in front of his grandmother

Weirdo! Why is

Sonia’s cold and heartless gestures. “Hello, Tina.” He held the phone against his ear and walked toward the