Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 443

Lyman gave Clay’s shoulder a reassuring pat. “You’re going to be fine,” he said firmly. “I’ll find the best doctor out there to help you.”

Clay looked at him gratefully. “Thanks, man. Really.”

After a while, Lyman and the others filed out, leaving only Grace behind in the hospital room.

Clay glanced at her and said, “You can go now.”

Grace scoffed, folding her arms. “You think I want to stick around? Trust me, I can’t stand you either.”

But Clay just chuckled. “Too bad we’re stuck with each other, like it or not.”

Normally, a remark like that would have set Grace off immediately. But this time, she just smiled—though there was something unsettling in her expression.

Clay hesitated, narrowing his eyes. “Grace, what are you up to now?”

She shot back, “You’re in no shape to boss me around, Clay. Not that you ever could.”

He opened his mouth, but she cut him off.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said with a wry smile. “As long as we’re still married, you can’t do anything too crazy.”

Grace snorted, settling herself in a chair with her phone. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Clay reaching weakly for a glass of water. She looked away, pretending not to see. Let him go thirsty for all she cared.

Just then, the door swung open.

Grace quickly dropped her phone, sprang to her feet, and put on her best helpful act. “You should’ve called me if you were thirsty, Clay! Here, let me get you some water.”

“Daddy!” Andie burst into the room, arms stretched wide, ready to leap into Clay’s embrace.

It took ages, but eventually Andie drifted off to sleep. Only then did Lindy have the housekeeper lift Andie away.

Even so, Andie’s small hands clung tightly to the blanket, as if letting go would mean losing her beloved daddy for good.

Lindy turned to Clay. “When you’re discharged, all of you should come stay at my place for a while. There’ll be people to help, and you’ll recover faster.”

Grace jumped in, “That’s really not necessary, Godmother. I can take care of him.”

But Clay saw right through her. He knew Grace wanted to stay with the Etheridge family, but only if it made things harder for him. There was no way she’d actually let him move in.

Not that Clay wanted to live with the Etheridge family either.

“That’s very kind of you, Mrs. Etheridge,” he said politely. “But my company already arranged a physical therapist for me. They’ll be starting soon, so we’ll manage.”