Theodore looked at the torn divorce papers, suddenly realizing he


    wasn’t as angry as he thought he would be; just a bit stunned. But as he slowly started to register


    that he shouldn’t have reacted that way, he looked coldly at Wesley.


    “Is this amusing to you? Didn’t you see that Rose has already signed the papers?” he asked his


    father…


    “So what if she signed? Getting a divorce was your idea, wasn’t it? Do you think I don’t know what


    you’re up to?”


    Wesley’s blood flowed through Theodore’s veins. How could a father


    not understand his son’s actions?


    “Tearing them up won’t help, you’re just wasting paper. The divorce, papers can be printed again.”


    Theodore was determined to get a divorce. And he hadn’t even told his father that Rosalie was


    even more eager to get a divorce than he


    was.


    Just looking at his son annoyed Wesley, so he left the hospital room and sat down in the waiting


    area, staring at the entrance. After checking the time on his watch several times and pondering for a


    while, he finally dialed a number on his phone.


    “Rose, it’s me.”


    “Dad, is something wrong?”


    “Who told you to sign the divorce papers? Did you get approval from the family?”


    “Dad, I…”


    “You don’t have to exin to me. I know what happened. If he gives you divorce papers again, don’t


    sign them. Do you want to give Cynthia the advantage?”


    “Dad, there’s no hope left for Theo and I. Dragging it out will only hurt both of us, so I…”


    “Does your marriage still need saving? You two are fools,” Wesley interrupted her. “My mom isn’t


    well, but I’ll stop you. If I see you sign divorce papers again, don’t me me for not holding back!”


    With that, Wesley ended the call. Tightly grasping the phone in hist hand, scenes from the past


    shed in his mind. He couldn’t let Rose leave the Spencer family, absolutely not! It was bad


    enough for him to have made mistakes he had to rectify; he couldn’t let his son repeat


    them.


    “Has Rosalie offended you?” a cold woman’s voice rang out.


    As Wesley snapped out of it and looked up to see his wife, he quickly suppressed the despair he


    was feeling.


    “Sydney, you’re here.”


    “How’s Theo?” asked Sydney, having onlye for her son’s sake.


    “He’s in the ward. Let me take you there.”


    Feeling a bit nervous at seeing his wife unexpectedly, Wesley walked ahead to lead the way for


    her.


    Sydney followed behind him, speaking coldly, “So, you’re still a wicked old man.”


    Wesley stopped in his tracks, turning around to protest, “It’s not what you think.”


    Sydney smirked. “That’s what you always say. Aren’t you tired of saying the same thing?”


    She didn’t even know how many times she had heard that same old


    excuse.


    Wesley stiffened.


    Finally, he said, “It’s about Rose and Theo“, then proceeded to exin the whole situation to his


    wife.


    When he was done, Sydney suddenly burst outughing.


    “What’s so funny?” asked a puzzled Wesley.


    Her son was in such a messed up situation, yet as his mother, she wasn’t worried at all and was


    laughing instead.


    “I’mughing at how you and your son are no different. Both cut from the same cloth.”


    Even when it came to her own son, Sydney was blunt. She judged actions, not people.


    Wesley’s expression looked particrly unpleasant. “Sydney, let me exin…” This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    “That’s enough,” Sydney interrupted him. “I don’t want to hear it. Don’t waste time. Take me to see


    Theo.”


    Wesley sighed and nodded. “Fine.”


    There was no point trying to exin now, as the situation between Wesley and Sydney couldn’t be


    summed up in just a few words. But seeing his wife unconcerned about their son and daughter–in–


    law getting a divorce made him uneasy.