She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 92

It was a gift from his mother for his tenth birthday. Because she gave it to him, he treasured it deeply.

So, Shera had mistakenly assumed he was a fan of this singer, which was why she...

Solomon watched his expression, prodding subtly, "What's wrong? Are you moved?"

"No."

"Ha." Solomon looked as if he saw right through him. "Keep pretending."

They had grown up together. If others couldn't read him, Solomon certainly could.

The slight droop at the corner of his eyes, the subtle furrow of his brow, the bob of his Adam's apple.

He was clearly touched.

"Looking at you today, what's going on? Did you two fight?"

Caden shot a side-eye at him. "Why would you ask that?"

Solomon flopped onto the couch, taking a melodramatic sniff of the air. "I smell tragedy."

He tilted his head to look at the man behind the sofa. "How far have things escalated? Let an experienced relationship guru analyze this for you."

Caden put the record back on the shelf, hesitating for a moment. "We didn't fight."

Seeing him act so stubbornly, Solomon scoffed. "Oh, please. What's so hard about saying it? It's not like I'm going to tell anyone."

After all, his hourly rate for consulting on other people's love lives was sky-high.

And here he was offering free advice that Caden was turning down.

He grabbed his water bottle and shrugged. "Coaxing your wife isn't anything to be embarrassed about."

"We're divorcing."

Pfft—

A spray of water shot three feet through the air. Solomon choked, his face turning beet red as he coughed uncontrollably.

Caden looked at the water splattered across the coffee table and floor, a hint of disgust in his eyes. He frowned. "Make sure you clean that up later."

"What? Divorcing?"

Solomon completely ignored the demand to clean up.

"Yeah, we're currently in the mandatory waiting period before it's finalized."

It seemed a bit complicated.

"Hiss..."

Watching him hesitate and stammer without saying anything useful, Caden attempted to kick him out.

"Wait, hold on," Solomon whined, clinging to the sofa. "I get it now."

The man looked at him and lifted his chin, signaling him to continue.

"I feel like the biggest issue between you two is what happened with her father. When it involves family, if you don't untie that knot, you're never going to work things out."

"How do I fix it?" Caden asked.

He had thought about it before, but the man had passed away. What was done was done. How could he possibly fix that?

"Tell me, why did you choose Helga over Shera?"

Just as Caden opened his mouth, Solomon cut him off. "First, out of obligation. The Sutton family did your family a huge favor, so you felt their crisis took priority."

"Right."

"Second, before deciding, you checked with the hospital and knew her father's condition was stable, while Helga's situation was critical. So you prioritized the more urgent matter and gave the resources to the Suttons."