Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again novel Chapter 200

“Your leg?” Sonia craned her neck in an attempt to check his leg, but since he was on top of her, she couldn’t even do it. Sonia couldn’t push him away either, since that might worsen his injury. Left with no choice, she yelled at the manager, “Quick! Check his leg!”

“O-Okay.” The manager snapped out of it and hurried to check on Toby’s leg. When he saw what happened, he gasped. “Madam, your husband’s leg was hit by the pole.” After he asked whether they were fine, the manager thought he was in the clear when he heard that Sonia was alright, so he forgot to check on the steel frame. That was why he was shocked to see Toby’s leg getting hit by it. This is it. I’m getting fired.

“He’s hit?” Sonia’s heart skipped a beat, then she shouted furiously, “Don’t just stand there! Get someone to move it away!”

“I did. They’re on their way.” The manager was wiping off his sweat.

A short while later, two burly waiters came over to move the board away, freeing Toby’s leg. After that, the manager helped Toby up.

Since the manager held him up, Sonia could finally get up as well. She pushed herself up and held up Toby’s right side. After that, they led him to the restaurant’s sofa Sonia noticed Toby was pale and frowning in pain, so she asked worriedly, “How do you feel?”

Toby was touched that Sonia was worried about him, and he answered huskily, “I’m fine.”

Sonia looked at his leg. Suddenly, she crouched down and took his shoes and socks off.

Her movements were too quick for Toby to stop her, so all he could do was stare at her. “What are you,”

“Stop talking. You call this fine?” His feet were swollen, and Sonia’s heart sank. This isn’t the first time he got himself hurt to save me. If this keeps up, it’ll be impossible for me to cut ties with him.

The manager was shocked as well when he saw how swollen Toby’s feet were. “Oh god. That looks bad.”

Douglas started crying right after he saw that. And he just finally stopped a moment ago.

He looked at Toby guiltily. “I’m sorry, Mr. Toby. I’m sorry…” It’s my fault. Mr. Toby’s hurt because I wanted that model. I’m a naughty kid.

“Alright, stop crying. It’s just a minor injury.” Toby felt his head buzzing from all the crying, so he massaged his forehead. Sonia patted the boy’s head. “Douglas, Mr. Toby isn’t blaming you, so be a good boy and stop crying.” “Really?” Douglas sniffled and looked at her tearfully. “Mr. Toby doesn’t blame me?” Sonia looked at Toby. Toby answered, “I’m not gonna blame a child.” At least he knows I’m hurt because he wanted that model. Least he’s not a total brat. But he knew he couldn’t blame Douglas either, since this came too suddenly. “Hear that? Mr. Toby said he doesn’t blame you, so stop crying, okay?”

Sonia wiped Douglas’ tears away. “Okay.” Douglas nodded. The manager wondered why Douglas called his father ‘Mr. Toby, but he didn’t think too much about it. “Sir, madam. I just called the doctor. He should be on his way now, so give us a minute. The doctor will be here soon,” he said in a hurry. “Good to hear, but please tell him to hurry. The swelling’s getting worse.” She pointed at Toby’s leg. The manager nodded. “Certainly. I’ll be on my way.”