I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 225

His tone was detached, but beneath the surface, I could hear a hint of guilt.

My hands, hanging at my sides, clenched into fists. I lowered my gaze, hiding the self-blame in my eyes.

In my past life, my relationship with Steven at this point had been stable—he was consistently cold, and I was consistently devoted. There was nothing to provoke his grandfather.

But in this life, I had caused a scene, and Steven had announced our divorce. Knowing Steven, he wouldn’t have been diplomatic about it. The old man must have been furious, and now he was in the hospital.

No matter how I looked at it, I was partly to blame.

Steven stared at the glowing red light above the operating room door, saying nothing more.

Finally, the light went out, and Mr. Lancaster Sr. was wheeled out. The stoic expression on Steven’s face finally cracked, and we both rushed toward the doctor.

“Doctor, how is my grandfather?” I asked anxiously.

The doctor, his face hidden behind a mask, looked at us. “The patient is out of immediate danger, so you don’t need to worry. However, he broke his leg and has a head injury from the fall. The surgery is over, but try not to agitate him. We’ll move him to his room shortly, and he should wake up later.”

With that, the doctor went back into the operating room.

Steven and I exchanged a look. My worry was plain to see—worry for his grandfather’s health, and worry that I wouldn’t be able to get my divorce.

If he changed his mind now, would I have to lose my mind?

He glanced down at my pale face and sneered. “I’ll still divorce you. Don’t look like the world is ending.”

I was at a loss for words. Was it that obvious?

I rubbed my nose. “So, are we still going today? I can pretend we’re still married until your grandfather recovers. I’ll tell him later.”

Just then, they wheeled Mr. Lancaster Sr. past us. Seeing his pale, bloodless face, I frowned.

“We’ll talk about it later,” Steven said coolly.

I didn’t argue.

I had a pretty good idea what the old man wanted to talk about, and I knew what Steven was worried about. I was already prepared to lie, to say our talk of divorce was just a silly argument. We could secretly get the papers finalized later to avoid upsetting him again.

But to my surprise, Mr. Lancaster Sr. just sighed, his voice quiet but calm.

“Zephyra, I know a little about what’s been going on with you two. I thought that after sharing a bed and traveling together, your relationship would have improved. I never imagined it was already on its last legs. Do you really want to divorce Steven?”

I bit my lip, filled with guilt. “Grandfather, I’m sorry.”

He was surprisingly calm, patting my head affectionately.

“Tell me the truth, child. Do you still have feelings for Steven? Is this what you want, or is that brat forcing you into it?”

I looked him in the eye and said earnestly, “It’s what I want. I don’t love him anymore. We’re both young and have our whole lives ahead of us. We shouldn’t hold each other back.”

Mr. Lancaster Sr.’s brow furrowed, but then he managed a small smile.

“Then get the divorce. I won’t stand in your way. In fact, I’ll help you…”