Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338 Running Into Tyler

“That’s going to be tough,” Charles said as he shrugged halfheartedly. When he caught the look on Sonia’s face, he chucked bitterly and explained, “Believe me, I tried to get him to seek treatment as well, but he refused. It will be a challenge to persuade him otherwise.”

Sonia lowered her gaze. “Regardless, we can’t just let Carl’s condition deteriorate any further, or he’d end up hurting himself and others. I’ll try to talk to him about seeking professional help one of these days.”

“Well, if you say so, then I’ll leave it up to you. We should go now, though,” Charles pointed out as he made to take her bag for her.

She hummed absentmindedly in response. “Let’s go.”

With the discharge sheet in hand, both of them walked out of the in-patient ward and headed for the elevators.

They had only just come to a stop in front of an elevator when the doors opened before Charles could press the button. The next second, Tyler barreled out of the elevator without watching where he was going, nearly knocking Sonia down in his hurry.

“Watch out, baby!” Charles exclaimed. Possessed of lightning reflexes, he grabbed hold of Sonia and pulled her aside, saving her from what would have been a rough collision.

It was only when Tyler heard Charles’ voice that he stopped in his tracks. He turned, and his eyes lit up when he saw Sonia. “Sonia!” he called out.

She raised a brow. “What are you doing here?”

“Grandma and Toby are being kept under observation here, so I came to take care of them,” Tyler answered plaintively.

Sonia was suddenly reminded that Rose had collapsed the night before, but when she was about to ask after the old woman’s condition, Charles interjected coolly, “Oh, Toby’s been hospitalized? What delightful news! Come on, kid, tell me what happened to him. Is it some terminal illness? How long will he have to live? Give me all the details so I can get a wreath for him—you know, for his voyage into the afterlife.”

“You—how dare you speak of my brother like he’s dying!” Tyler fumed at Charles’ sinister taunting, and all he could see at that moment was red as he hurled his fist toward the older man.

Charles, on the other hand, did not expect such rage from the kid in front of him. He’s actually going to punch me, he thought with wide eyes. He bridled and dodged as fast as he could.

However, Tyler was a basketball player with all the attributes to go with it. With his height and long legs, he towered over Charles by at least half a foot.

As such, even if Charles dodged with astounding agility, he still could not escape Tyler’s vice-like claw.

Meanwhile, upon seeing that Tyler’s punch was about to land on Charles’ face, Sonia frowned and cried out peevishly, “Stop it!”

Her voice rang loud and clear, and Tyler’s fist came to an abrupt halt in mid-air. Sonia marched up to them and tore them apart. “That’s enough, both of you. We’re in a hospital! Show some decency, why don’t you?” She glared at Tyler, then at Charles before saying, “Apologize right now, Charles.”

“Why?” Charles demanded with wide eyes.

She pursed her lips. “Why? Maybe it’s because whatever you said earlier was totally uncalled for! I know you hate Toby with a passion, but there’s no need for you to say such terrible things about him. Now, apologize!” she bit out with emphasis this time.

Charles quirked his lips and muttered begrudgingly, “I’m sorry.”

Tyler glowered at him mutinously. “I don’t give a damn about your apology!”

“Then what the hell do you want?” Charles barked, his brows knitting together.

“I want to punch your lights out, that’s what!” Tyler spat, clenching his fists angrily.

“Come on, big guy!” Charles rolled up his sleeves. “I admit I was caught off guard when you wanted to throw down some punches earlier, which was why I dodged, but that won’t happen again! Let’s take this outside, kid, and we’ll see if you’re just all talk!”

“Fine! We’ll take it outside then!” A cold smirk played on Tyler’s lips as he added mockingly, “I’ll show you who’s all talk at the end—” He broke off deliberately and eyed Charles’ legs with contempt, then scoffed. “Though I think between the both of us, you’d run off crying first!”

“You punk—”