Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson

Chapter 243

Chapter 243 How Stubborn Mr. Marshall Was!

Troy closed his eyes and pursed his lip, and his heart was heavier.

Unsurprisingly, he was not necessary at all in her heart. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

She didn’t want to stay by his side for an extra second.

Seeing that Troy closed his eyes, Imogen shrugged and stood up. “I’m leaving. Take good care of yourself.”

Troy closed his eyes and clutched the bedsheet with his hands.

Imogen seemed to pour oil into his heart, and a little spark might cause uncontrollable and violent flames.

A large amount of smoke and gas gathered in the heart, which might explode anytime.

She was cold–blooded and cruel to him!

But he still didn’t want her to leave!

As Troy was about to speak, a sharp pain came from his stomach…

He couldn’t help coughing.

There was coughing from behind, accompanied by retching.

Imogen stopped and turned around to see Troy lying beside the bed weakly, with a faint bright red.

at the corner of his mouth, which seemed scarlet against his pale face.

His face was as pale as paper, brittle as if it would break in a light poke.

Imogen felt suddenly nervous, quickly returned to the bed, patted his back lightly, and asked in worry, “Troy? How are you feeling now?”

Troy took a deep breath, and the corners of his eyes turned red because of coughing.

He slowly took a tissue from the bedside, wiped the corners of his mouth, and threw it into the trash can. Then he shielded her hand on his back, turned over, and lay down. He glanced at her but then looked away, and said in a deep voice, “None of your business.”

Imogen was speechless.

How stubborn Troy was!

A leopard could not change its spots. The same went for Troy.

Imogen looked around, picked up the kettle on the table, poured a cup of water, and handed it to Troy. “Gargle.”

Troy looked up at her, took it without saying a word, rinsed his mouth, spat it into the trash can by the bed, and casually put the cup on the bedside table.

“Troy! There is backstreaming of blood!”

Imogen saw a small amount of blood coming from the infusion needle on the back of his hand and hurriedly put his hand flat on the bed.

His hands were cold, dry, and skinny.

Imogen adjusted to make the blood return to the vessel and carefully put his hand under the quilt.

Troy watched her do all this silently. The fire in his heart was extinguished suddenly. He lowered

eyes, and a ghost of a smile on his face disappeared instantly.

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“Where is the heater?” Imogen asked.

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Troy shook his head. “I don’t know. Go look there.”

Imogen looked for and found the heater.

She plugged the heater and carefully moved it to Troy’s side.

After that, Imogen asked worriedly, “Do you need me to call a doctor for you?”

“No.”

The ward was silent.

Imogen turned and walked towards the door.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Troy turned severe suddenly, and his eyes were gloomy.

Imogen didn’t want to stay any longer but to leave in such a hurry. Why did she hate him so much?

The door opened and closed.

The door panel covered her figure.

Troy closed his eyes, felt angry, and waved his hand.

A crackling sound came.

The glass beside the bed fell to the ground and shattered.

“Troy! I’m coming!”

Grace pushed open the door and trotted in.

“Be careful!” Troy shouted to stop Grace immediately.

Grace stopped, looked at Troy with doubt, and tilted her head.

Troy pointed to the broken glass on the ground. “Grace, be careful not to step on it.”

Imogen walked in behind Grace and immediately picked up the broom in the corner. “Grace, go over there. I will clean this place.”

“Didn’t you go away? What are you doing back here?” Troy gave Imogen a cold look, and his voice sounded indifferent.

Imogen was sweeping the shards of glass, raised her head, and frowned at Troy. “Since you want me to leave, I’ll leave immediately.”

Troy was so angry.

This woman must have done it on purpose!

She deliberately pissed him off!

Grace shook her head disapprovingly. How could Troy be so stubborn?

Did he give up the opportunity to be with Imogen?

But Erik was so sweet and was always doing something to please Imogen.

Imogen would leave in anger if Troy continued to talk like this.

“Troy, what’s going on?” Grace stepped back in her leather boots, pointing at the shards of glass on the ground.

Not as solemn as before, Troy coughed with his fist on his lips and said softly, “I just wanted to drink water but couldn’t hold it steady.”

“Troy, why are you looking at Imogen when talking to me?” Grace raised her head, blinking her

round eyes with a curious expression.

Imogen didn’t know what to say.

She couldn’t help but look up at Troy.

Inadvertently, they crossed eyes.

Imogen immediately looked back and dumped the glass shards into the trash can.

Troy said without any emotion, “Nothing.”

Grace rolled her eyes. “I see. Troy must miss Imogen. It is said on shows that If one doesn’t see his loved one for one day, that day seems like a whole autumn. Troy hadn’t seen Imogen for several years and missed her very much. So Troy doesn’t want Imogen to leave…”

“Grace!” Imogen turned serious.

What shows did this girl usually watch?

A little girl knew more than adults.

The smile on Grace’s face froze, and she stopped talking, played with her fingers, and said softly, “Troy, you are thin. Looking at you, I am so painful.”

“When I recover from illness, I will be the same as before.”

“Troy, I’ll pour you some water!”

Grace went to the table, got a cup of water, and handed it to Troy. “Troy, here it is!”

“Thank you, Grace.” Troy took the water glass and shook it in his hand. “Grace, how do about living with Imogen these days?”

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“Imogen is very nice to me. She took me to a painting class yesterday…” Grace said and climbed onto the bed with a grunt, shaking her short legs.

The little girl began to talk about the exciting things of the past

few days.

Grace suddenly thought of something in the middle of the talk and changed the topic. “Troy, I knew that your stomach was bleeding. Does your stomach hurt?”

Troy shook his head lightly and took a sip of hot water. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“Doesn’t hurt? Is this blood spit up by a ghost?” Imogen whispered.

Troy touched his nose. “It doesn’t hurt much…”

For some reason, when he heard Imogen scolding him with a stern face, he was inexplicably delighted instead of being angry.

It was as if, at this time, Imogen was close to him, not so far away.

Like ordinary couples, the wife was berating her husband.

“Troy, did you vomit blood?! I’ll rub for you!” Worriedly, Grace stretched out her fleshy hand to rub Troy’s abdomen.

Grace was such a little girl that to Troy, her rubbing was like scratching an itch.

Troy smiled and held Grace’s little hand. “I didn’t hurt.”

“Troy, are you going to have a surgery? To have your stomach cut? If you have no stomach, will you not be able to eat?” Grace frowned.

“Just a little bit. I can still eat in the future.”

However, thinking about that scene, Grace still shuddered. “When will you have surgery?”