Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce novel Chapter 768

Chapter 768: Chapter 768: Why Don’t You Just Get a Divorce

"Hahaha, does it taste just like it did when you were little?" Uncle King laughed as soon as he saw her expression. "You little rascal. You always used to trick me into thinking these fruits were sweet. Every time I took a bite, it was so sour my teeth nearly fell out."

The tart, astringent flavor flooded her mouth, ruthlessly assaulting her taste buds. There was a faint hint of sweetness mixed in, but it was so minuscule it could easily be ignored.

Chloe Reed squeezed her eyes shut. She waited for the initial burst of sourness to fade before looking at Uncle King. She typed on her phone, her fingers trembling slightly. "You still remember that?"

Uncle King sighed. "Of course I remember. You tricked me every time you visited, so I figured I had to get you back at least once. Did you forget about all that, little girl?"

Chloe actually had forgotten. Holding the crabapple, she struggled to chew it.

Uncle King chuckled. "Alright, if it doesn’t taste good, don’t force yourself. Just throw it away." He then looked toward the old lady. "Madam, the fruit from this crabapple tree is so sour. Why do you still keep it? It’d be better to chop it down and plant a new one."

The old lady, sitting lazily on the sofa, replied, "I’m not chopping it down. The wine made from these fruits is still quite delicious."

"Fair enough." Uncle King put the remaining fruits back into the refrigerator to brew into wine later when he had some free time. "You two rest for a bit, then we can eat."

Chloe finally managed to swallow the entire fruit. To her surprise, by the end, she actually found it quite tasty! It was pleasantly tart, no longer astringent, and really stimulated her appetite.

Smiling, she looked at her grandmother and typed on her phone, "Grandma, with Uncle King keeping you company every day, I can finally be at ease."

Her grandmother nodded. "Yes, us two old folks have each other to lean on now. It’s quite nice." Yet, a hint of sorrow still lingered between her brows.

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