Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again novel Chapter 249

It was at that precise moment that Toby became sure of the truth: Tina was not Maple. After all, if she indeed was Maple, then why would she burn the letters which had brought them together instead of keeping them and reminiscing over them? Because she was afraid that keeping those letters would one day bring her lies crumbling down. Jean saw that Toby was trembling slightly, like he was suppressing insurmountable rage. A chill ran down her spine as she swallowed and asked hesitantly, “T-Toby, what’s the matter with you?” Toby ignored her and took out his phone to make a call. Before long, Tom’s groggy voice sounded from the other line as he yawned and asked, “President Fuller, is there something wrong?”

“Come by the Fuller Residence now. I need to ask you something.” Having said that brusquely, Toby hung up the call without another word. Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, Tom sat up in bed with a spaced-out look on his face. Did he just ask me to drop by the Fuller Residence? As his mind cleared up, he detached the phone from his ear and stared at the screen. When he saw that it was close to midnight, he let out a frustrated groan. For heaven’s sake, it’s late at night, and it’s nearly midnight! He must be insane to have asked me to go by the Fullers’ Residence! Whatever this is about, why couldn’t he have told me over the phone and insisted that I go over to his place? Despite Tom’s resentment, he got out of bed anyway and begrudgingly began to get ready, then headed over to the Fuller Residence as ordered.

At around 1.00AM, he found himself standing in Toby’s study. “What is it that you needed to ask me, President Fuller?” he asked with a polite smile, though he was cursing Toby over and over in his heart. As though sensing the man’s annoyance, Toby shot him a pointed look and tapped his fingers against his ice-cold desk. “Do you think Tina is Maple?” “Huh?” Tom was taken aback by this, but he quickly regained his composure. “President Fuller, are you suspecting that Miss Gray is not your pen pal from all those years ago?” Toby nodded in affirmation. Tom stared at him intently for a while, and after making sure that the man was not joking, he said after a long pause, “To tell you the truth, President Fuller, I don’t think Tina and Maple are the same person at all. I’ve been by your side for all these years, and I’ve seen you exchange letters with Maple.

From what I’ve gathered about her, she’s warm and kind, not to mention outgoing and witty, but Miss Gray boasts none of these qualities.” When he was done speaking, he peered up at Toby apprehensively, worried that he might have angered the latter. Much to his surprise, Toby did not appear furious at all but looked as if he was immersed in thought. Tom let out a quiet breath of relief. Thank goodness President Fuller isn’t mad at me for making those disparaging comments about Miss Gray, but I wonder why he doubts her identity as Maple. He scratched his head, unable to figure out what Toby was thinking. Minutes ticked by, and Toby finally said in a cold voice, “You’re right.

She has none of these qualities, and she has no right to assume Maple’s identity.” Upon hearing this, Tom felt something click in his mind. He pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and asked, “Have you discovered something that made you doubt Miss Gray’s identity as Maple, President Fuller?” It’s no wonder then that President Fuller’s been cold and distant to Miss Gray for the past two days. That makes sense, seeing how he was only kind and loving to her because he believed she was Maple. If the opposite were true, then he would naturally grow indifferent toward her. After all, Miss Reed is the one he’s truly in love with. Toby narrowed his eyes pensively without answering Tom’s question and asked instead, “You were the one who collected Maple’s letters on my behalf when I was too tied up with work before, so you would know her postal address, right?”

Tom nodded hastily. “I remember her address. Do you want me to drop by the place and find out if Maple truly isn’t Miss Gray?” “Yes,” Toby replied. “I’ll get right on it, sir,” Tom said dutifully. “I’ll head over to Marina City right away and—wait!” He broke off, and his eyes widened as the sudden realization that something was off dawned upon him. Toby frowned at this. “What is it?” “There’s something odd going on here. President Fuller, Maple lives all the way in Marina City, but the Gray Residence is in Eastbourne. Both these cities are practically sixty kilometers away, and the Gray Family has been in Eastbourne for the last twenty years; they never once moved. It’s as clear as day now that Tina really isn’t Maple!”