With that said, the attending physician looked down at the silent Adrian Quincy. "Mr. Quincy, you’re her husband. You need to be more careful going forward. Try not to let her get too emotional, and she should avoid any strenuous exercise for a while.
Her condition is tricky. There’s nothing seriously wrong with her heart itself; it’s mainly psychological. You should really take her to see a therapist for so counseling. It would be good for her physical health, too."
The attending physician had said so much his mouth was dry, but Adrian Quincy remained silent.
"Mr. Quincy?"
"I understand," Adrian Quincy finally said.
The attending physician quickly added, "And about the bill she owes our hospital from two years ago..."
"I’ll settle it all at once. Now, get out."
"Okay, I’m leaving."
The attending physician left, leaving the husband and wife alone in the hospital room.
Claire Sinclair slowly opened her eyes, her gaze landing on the man’s somber, handso face.
In truth, she had heard everything the doctor said. She just hadn’t wanted to face the person she was two years ago, so she had kept her eyes closed.
’I can’t believe it. After two years, I’m still the sa. How pathetic.’
Not wanting to waste any more words on him, she got straight to the point. "Let’s get a divorce."
Adrian Quincy instinctively tightened his grip on her hand. "Claire, I can’t."
"It doesn’t matter if we don’t file the paperwork. I’m not going back to you either way. From now on, we go our separate ways. It would be best if we never et again."
"Is this the only way you’ll forgive ?"
Claire Sinclair gave a humorless laugh. "You haven’t done anything to wrong , so don’t talk like that. I’ve thought things over, and I’m more comfortable on my own. I can do whatever I want without killing myself every day to chase after soone I can never catch. It’s much better this way, don’t you think?"
Adrian Quincy was silent.
"Mr. Quincy, if you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as a yes." As she spoke, Claire Sinclair sat up and reached for the IV needle in her hand.
Adrian Quincy grabbed her reckless hands, his voice deep. "You can’t be discharged yet."
"I have to get back to my military training. I can’t waste ti here."
"The doctor said you’re not supposed to do any strenuous activity for now."
"He’s talking nonsense. I can run for ages and be perfectly fine."
"Claire, I’m sorry."
Claire Sinclair couldn’t stand his endless apologies and snapped, "Can you please stop apologizing to ? It’s getting on my nerves."
Adrian Quincy imdiately fell silent.
Claire Sinclair twisted her hands, wrenching them free from his grasp. She scrambled to a spot just out of his reach before speaking again. "If I don’t finish the military training, people will look down on . You have to let go back."
"It doesn’t matter anymore." Adrian Quincy suddenly spoke, looking up to et her gaze. "Claire, as long as you’re safe and healthy, the training isn’t important. You don’t have to go back."
"This is my own business—"
Before she could finish, Adrian Quincy cut her off. "I was the one who had Henry Hartwell arrange the military training."
If he had known her heart had stopped before, he never would have let her set foot in that place.
Thankfully, nothing had happened to her over the past few days.
Claire Sinclair was speechless.
’Did this guy have nothing better to do?’
’Work at the newspaper was busy enough, and he still had to throw into that place to be humiliated. What on earth were his ’good intentions’ supposed to be?’
’Heh... How boring. How dull. Whatever.’
Claire Sinclair drew her knees to her chest, her gaze drifting lazily out the window. "Mr. Quincy, you should just go ho. I’m sure your family is waiting for an explanation from you. As for ... I don’t need you anymore."
"Claire..."
"I’ll pay you back for the dical bills. The apartnt you bought in my na—I’m not living there anymore. Just give my computer back, and we can pretend we never even t."
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