Orphaned Without Refuge Chapter 7

When Clara returned that evening, seeing the irrepressible happiness on her face, I knew Mason must have recovered well.

Probably because of her good mood, Clara's attitude toward me was very pleasant.

"For your new book signing event, I'll arrange for some people to support you."

In the past, hearing Clara say this would have made me happy, but now I no longer cared about these small favors.

"Clara, let's get divorced." After saying this, I felt a sense of relief.

"Divorce? Why bring this up suddenly?" Clara looked at me with displeasure.

"Suddenly? I think divorce is inevitable."

"Our marriage isn't just about us two. It involves various interests, so I won't agree to divorce you."

Thinking of the child incident, I coldly said: "This isn't a discussion. If you don't agree to divorce, I'll file for divorce through the courts."

"Levi, what are you making a fuss about! If you want something, you can say it directly. You don't need to beat around the bush with me."

Clara didn't believe I wanted to divorce her. She thought I was using divorce as leverage.

No wonder she thought so—when Mason first returned to the country, I had indeed threatened her with divorce to make her cut ties with Mason.

That time, Clara and I had a huge fight. Clara moved out directly, and I was prepared to go through with it.

But because of Clara's father's intervention, the divorce was dropped.

Before, I really wanted to use divorce to win Clara back, but this time I truly wanted to leave. I didn't want to continue wasting away like this.

"I'm not making a fuss. I really want a divorce."

"Fine, since you really want a divorce, let me tell you clearly—I don't agree." Clara slammed the door and left after speaking.

Clara's reaction was within my expectations. She didn't agree to divorce not because she couldn't bear to part with me, but because she needed a shield.

After this unpleasant ending with Clara, I moved to the hotel again.

Recently, I'd been consulting lawyers about divorce while preparing to return to the hospital for a follow-up.

These past few days, I'd been experiencing intermittent tinnitus, and sometimes even brief blindness.

The changes in my body made me fear the worst about my condition.

I might have less time left than previously estimated.

Therefore, I accelerated handling miscellaneous matters.

When I went to the hospital for my follow-up, I ran into Mason and Clara in the hospital lobby.

Judging by the direction they were heading hand-in-hand, Clara was probably accompanying Mason for his check-up.

My own wife was so attentive to another man—I, as her husband, was truly a failure.

After this check-up, the doctor advised me to undergo surgery as soon as possible, or the tumor in my brain might worsen further.

I asked the doctor again about the surgery's risks and possible post-operative complications.