The air in the hospital room reeked of disinfectant. Miles Hawthorne walked in, saw the man lying on the hospital bed, and stepped forward to pat him.
"Walker, what’s going on?"
Walker Grant turned his head, a little surprised. "You’re back?"
"Yeah." Miles Hawthorne pulled a chair over and sat down beside him. "First thing I see when I get back is Chloe Reed, wandering down the street looking completely devastated. I almost hit her with my car."
Walker Grant shot up, his eyes fixed on him. "Did you hit her?"
"Of course not." Miles Hawthorne watched his tense reaction, a faint smile touching his lips. "See? This is what I’m talking about. There’s no way you’re in love with your sister-in-law. She must have misunderstood something."
At his words, the expression on Walker Grant’s pale, handsome face stiffened. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he asked, "What did she say to you?"
Miles Hawthorne shrugged and recounted their conversation in the car.
Walker Grant closed his eyes, his expression tinged with exhaustion.
Miles Hawthorne said, "From the looks of it, she’s serious about divorcing you. You should go and try to smooth things over."
Walker Grant said in a low voice, "No one in Breyburn will dare to take her case."
"What are you doing? She’s being stubborn, so you’re going to be stubborn too? You’re supposed to humor a girl, don’t you get it? If you don’t give in a little, she’s going to make your life hell," Miles Hawthorne urged, trying to talk some sense into him.
Walker Grant reached up and pressed his temples, saying wearily, "I’m the one who’s injured. Spare me the lecture."
Miles Hawthorne stood up. "Fine. You get some rest."
He left the hospital, the smile on his lips fading.
He took out his phone and made a call. "Find out what’s been going on between Chloe Reed and Walker Grant."
’Something’s off with both of them.’
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