Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again novel Chapter 368

Boss Your Wife’s Asking for A Divorce Again Chapter 368

Pursing his lips into a thin line, Toby suppressed his annoyance within and gestured to Tom to knock on the door with a wave of his hand.

Tom knocked as instructed, which made Charles and Tim stop their conversation abruptly. Simultaneously, they spun their heads to the door and saw Toby.

Besides being a little surprised, there wasn’t much reaction from Tim. On the other hand, Charles’ face turned sour at the sight of him. “Why are you here? Who allowed you to come?”

Toby didn’t answer him and asked Tom to push him in, which angered Charles. “Hey, I didn’t allow you to come in! What are you doing here? Where are your manners?”

“This is Sonia’s ward, and it’s not up to you to give the permission,” Toby said indifferently, sweeping his gaze over him.

Although angry, Charles couldn’t find the words to argue, so he simply snorted. “You only have the guts to do this because my darling is still unconscious. If she were awake, she definitely wouldn’t let you in.”

Toby frowned and ignored him. To him, the more responsive he was to people like Charles, the more aggressive they would be, and they would come to a stop by themselves if he just ignored them for a while.

However, Charles smirked smugly at his silence. “Your silence means that you think I was right, huh?”

Pretending not to hear him, Toby turned his attention to Sonia, who was lying in bed, and he gripped the armrest of the wheelchair tightly. “What happened to Sonia?” he asked, twisting his head to look at Tim.

Meanwhile, Tim had been watching them in amusement, enjoying the argument between these two rivals in love; he wasn’t expecting that Toby would end it one-sidedly by asking him a question.

But since he had a question thrown at him, he had to answer it with all seriousness as well. Pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose, he said, “The back of her head was maliciously struck, resulting in a moderate head concussion. Also, a small part of her skin was cut out on her wrist.”

At the mention of Sonia’s wrist, Tim narrowed his eyes. After he walked out of the operation theater yesterday, the hospital director told him that Charles had sent a patient by the name of Sonia here. Just as he expected, the blood on Charles was from Sonia. Hence, he quickly went to check out her condition, then he immediately retrieved Sonia’s ER video and saw the injuries on the back of her head and her wrist.

At that point, Sonia was already out of the ER, and her injuries had been bandaged, so he couldn’t open it up to check it and could only check it through this method. While he could understand that the head trauma was inflicted to knock her out, he couldn’t understand the cut on her wrist.

If the intention of the perpetrator was to rob her or anything else, they could have achieved their motive by knocking her out. So, why did they cut her wrist on the spot where her red mole happened to be?

From the video recording, he saw that the red mole was completely gone. In other words, the perpetrator’s sole motive was to eliminate that red mole.

“What did you say? She was maliciously struck? By whom?” Toby exclaimed, springing up from the wheelchair suddenly and holding his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked loudly.

Startled, Charles gasped. “Damn. So you’re not disabled!”

Toby cast him an icy look from the corners of his eyes and then turned to Tim, who shook his head. “I don’t know. You should ask him because he’s the one investigating it now.”

“And what did you find out?” Toby asked, glancing at Charles.

“Why should I tell you? This is our problem. You don’t have to stick your nose in this!” Charles sneered.

In a split second, Toby’s face turned grim, and the air around him turned chilly. Warily, Charles peered at him. “What now? You’re going to throw your temper? It’s useless even if—”

He had yet to finish his sentence when a baby voice interrupted him. “Mr. Fuller, I’ll tell you! Mr. Lane hasn’t caught the bad guy who hurt Aunt Sonia!”

“Little Doug…” Filled with disbelief, Charles gawked at Douglas, who was seated on the couch nearby. This rascal sold me out!