Walker Grant said, "He was also taking a gamble."
"That’s why I said he’s a moron," Claire Monroe said bluntly. "He had it coming, getting shot. I just hope this teaches him a lesson."
Chloe Reed couldn’t help but glance at her.
Claire Monroe noticed her gaze and let out a soft laugh. "Don’t be surprised. I’m just disappointed in him. He’s got no talent for anything but causing trouble—he’s first-rate at that. I just wish he’d grow up and stop doing such childish things."
Chloe Reed looked down. "He did it for Iris," she said softly.
Claire Monroe sighed deeply. "Ah, the things people do for love. If only he’d come to his senses and confessed to Iris sooner, none of this would have happened. I have no idea what goes on in his head. His brain must be made of mush."
Chloe Reed: "..."
The car fell silent.
By the time they reached the hospital, Nathaniel Monroe was out of surgery and had been moved to a private room.
The bullet had been removed from his thigh, but he hadn’t woken up yet.
The room was filled with the smell of antiseptic, and Mr. Monroe was standing off to the side, talking with a doctor.
When he saw them arrive, he waved a hand, dismissing the doctor.
He looked at Claire Monroe and said, "Your mother is upstairs. Go check on her in a bit. This gave her quite a scare."
Claire Monroe nodded. "Got it."
Mr. Monroe added, "When he wakes up, you tell him to have a divorce agreement drawn up for him to sign. Get the proceedings started."
Claire Monroe looked at him. "Why don’t you tell him yourself?"
Mr. Monroe’s expression immediately turned cold. "Because he’ll listen to you."


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