The next morning, Theodorey in a hospital bed. There were bruises. on his face and bandages


    on his forehead, but he looked alert.


    Yuvan sat on a chair next to the bed, peeling an apple for him.


    “Mr. Spencer, it was a really close call. The car was damaged, but you came out rtively


    unscathed. It’s a blessing in disguise. Please, never drive when you’re tired again.”


    Last night, having heard a loud bang while on the phone with


    Theodore, Yuvan had been scared out of his wits.


    Theodore shot a cold nce at the apple in Yuvan’s hand, a trace of irritation in his eyes.


    “Who told you to buy apples? Get rid of them!”


    “Huh?” Yuvan paused in the midst of peeling an apple. “Then, what do you want to eat? I’ll go get


    it.”


    Yuvan didn’t understand why Theodore was suddenly upset. What was wrong with the apples?


    Theodore coldly gazed at Yuvan. “Do I need to exin myself to you?”


    “Oh, no. Of course not,” Yuvan said, quickly picking up all the apples and taking them out of the


    room.


    It was a pity to throw the apples away. Yuvan had purposely bought expensive, imported apples for


    Theodore, not daring to buy his boss substandard fruits. Yet, not only had Theodore not appreciated


    it, Yuvan had even gotten scolded. What a thankless task!


    Feeling aggrieved, Yuvan took a bite of the apple he had peeled.


    before giving the remaining ones to a passing nurse, asking them to


    distribute the fruits to others, then returned to Theodore’s hospital


    room.


    “Mr. Spencer, I’ve thrown away the apples. What fruit would you like? I’ll go buy it for you.”


    “No need. I don’t want anything,” Theodore replied.


    He wasn’t really angry at Yuvan. Seeing the apples just reminded him of Sebastian feeding Rosalie,


    which made him instantly dislike the


    fruit.


    With his head down, Yuvan asked pitifully, “Mr. Spencer, what did I do wrong? Please, just tell me.


    Don’t keep it bottled up.”


    He would rather Theodore scold him outright than keep quiet like this. He didn’t understand why his


    boss was so annoyed. After such a serious car ident, he was lucky to be alive and rtively


    uninjured.


    Wasn’t that fortunate?


    Seeing Yuvan’s pitiful appearance, Theodore realized that he had overreacted for no reason.


    “How’s the aftermath of the ident?” Theodore asked, changing the subject.


    “Don’t worry, Mr. Spencer. I’ve taken care of everything ording to your instructions. I’ve covered


    up the news about it, and your family hasn’t been informed,” Yuvan replied.


    “Oh, right,” Yuvan added, taking an envelope out of a drawer. “These are the divorce papers Mrs.


    Spencer signed.”


    There was a tight knot in Theodore’s heart as he looked at the envelope in Yuvan’s hands.


    “Was she happy when she signed it?” Theodore asked solemnly.


    Yuvan thought for a moment before answering, “Not particrly


    happy. She was just her usual self.”


    Theodore grunted coldly. “Fine.”


    Her usual demeanor probably meant she was happy.


    Seeing Theodore’s dark expression, Yuvan couldn’t understand. Did Theodore really want a


    divorce? Yuyan couldn’t tell. Honestly, Yuvan felt that Cynthia, who always acted like she was a


    fragile, delicate flower, was not as good as Rosalie.


    “You’re dismissed,” said Theodore, wanting some time alone.


    “Yes, sir. I’ll be outside. Just call me if you need anything.”


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    After Yuvan left, Theodore took the divorce papers out of the envelope.


    He looked at Rosalie’s signature. It was neat and decisive, signed without any hesitation. But the


    other signature, his own, was still missing. Theodore sighed deeply and tossed the documents


    aside, rubbing his temples wearily.