Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208 Is He at The Marshall Villa? 

Imogen returned home, scanning the living room but not finding Mochi. 

She bent down to look under the table and indeed met a pair of round, big eyes. 

She couldn’t help but laugh. 

Recognizing Imogen, Mochi ventured out from under the table, meowing. 

Imogen bent over, picked up the cat, and settled on the couch, stroking its fur. Pulling out her phone, she called the Marshall villa. 

After a few seconds, the call was answered, and Daisy’s voice came from the other end, “Hello, Ms. Forbes?” 

“Daisy, is Layla home?” 

“She is. Let me hand the phone to her.” 

Daisy glanced at Troy sitting on the side sofa and passed the phone to Layla. 

“Imogen? Are you back from your trip? How was your time abroad? Why did you call?” Layla took the phone, motioning Troy to be quiet. 

“Grandma, it’s nothing major. I just wanted to visit, but I was unsure if you’d be home, so I thought I’d call first.” 

“I’m home. Come over soon, I’ve missed you,” Layla replied. 

Troy’s lips curled into a bitter smile upon hearing this. 

Even though he couldn’t hear Imogen’s voice, he could guess what she had said. 

She wasn’t just asking if Layla was at home, she was inquiring if he was at the Marshall villa. 

“By the way, Grandma, is anyone else at home?” Imogen hinted. 

Layla, understanding who Imogen was referring to, shot a glance at Troy and decisively replied, “No! It’s just me and Daisy here.” 

“Okay, I’ll head over right away.” 

After hanging up, Imogen fed Mochi and headed out. 

Back in the Marshall villa, Layla put down the phone and glared at Troy, “Why are you still sitting here?” 

Troy sighed, “Grandma…” 

“Calling out to me won’t help. I won’t assist you in deceiving Imogen. What good is regretting now? Where were you earlier?” Layla sighed, “It was your grandfather and I who helped facilitate this marriage, hoping Imogen would have a good life. But now, this outcome… I’m too ashamed to face her.” 

Troy paused before speaking, “I’ve let you and Grandpa down. I’m sorry.” 

“If she doesn’t want to see you, I won’t let her come over when you’re here. And if she’s here, you better not show up.” 

Troy’s expression darkened, and after a brief moment, he softly said, “I understand. I’ll leave now… I’ll pick up Grace from the airport tomorrow morning and bring her to the villa.” 

“Fine, fine, you’ve said that before. Just go.” Layla gestured dismissively. 

Troy got up and left in big strides. 

Once in his car, he drove a short distance, and then killed the engine. He leaned back in his seat, eyes closed. 

From this position, he could see the entrance of the Marshall villa. 

About half an hour later, a familiar car stopped at the entrance. 

Imogen alighted, opened the trunk, took out some gifts she had bought on route, and entered the 

villa. 

In the afternoon, when Imogen left the villa and returned to her spacious single–level apartment, the security guard informed her of a parcel awaiting her. 

Receiving the box marked ‘fragile,‘ she realized her camera had arrived. 

Testing it, she took some snaps of Mochi. 

The clarity and detail were much better than phone shots. The photos of Mochi, with its cone of shame, round eyes, short legs, and fluffy fur, melted her heart. 

She decided to log into her Instagram account and posted two pictures of Mochi. 

After the previous controversies, her follower count had surged. 

Under her Instagram post where she had shared a photo of the divorce agreement, many comments expressed that they had misunderstood her in the past and now felt sympathy for her and supported her. 

Initially, she didn’t want to use that Instagram account anymore. 

However, in today’s highly interconnected world, any slight move of a celebrity would be posted online. Many events were even influenced by opinions on social media. 

Imogen wasn’t sure who was behind her father’s death, but she feared that if her private investigations were exposed, she might meet the same fate as her father. 

Thus, she needed to maintain her online presence to protect herself. 

If she died, the truth would be revealed. 

There was also another possibility, Noah might uncover some leads, but due to procedural issues or interference from insiders, the case might not be re–investigated. 

In that case, she would use her public visibility and influence to pressure the relevant departments to re–examine the case. 

That said, the Internet was a double–edged sword. 

She needed to maintain her online presence. Despite her reluctance, Imogen still had to manage her Instagram account diligently. 

After posting Mochi’s pictures, she received many comments praising the cat’s cuteness and some rehashing past events. 

She noticed someone asking about her Australian trip, probably having known about it from Charlie. 

Imogen carefully penned a detailed account of her travels with Charlie, integrating photos from various places they visited, which earned her more praise. 

The next morning at 6:20, a black Porsche Cayenne drove into the airport parking lot. 

Troy got out of the car and entered the terminal, waiting in the arrival area. 

Wearing a gray coat, his tall figure attracted many glances. 

Chapter 208 Is He at The Marshall Villa? 

After personally seeing Grace off for her flight, Emily sent him a message that the flight took off on time and should also arrive punctually. 

Troy looked at his watch and then looked up toward the arrival corridor. 

After about five or six minutes, a group of passengers emerged from the exit. 

Among them was a little girl about four or five years old, dressed in a thick, long cotton jacket with little boots on her feet, looking like a tiny penguin. She held onto the straps of the backpack on her shoulders and obediently followed behind an airport staff member. 

“Grace.” Seeing Grace’s figure, Troy called out. When she looked his way, he waved at her. 

Grace’s face split into a grin, and she dashed toward him like a cannonball, throwing herself into Troy’s arms and planting a kiss on his face. “Uncle!” 

Having secured airport services, the staff member, after confirming that Troy was Grace’s family, left with peace of mind. 

Troy effortlessly lifted Grace into his arms. “Did you come all by yourself? Were you scared on the plane?” 

Grace shook her head, wrapping her arms around Troy’s neck. “Not scared. Grandma said you would come to pick me up.” 

go 

home.” 

Troy smiled and, holding Grace, began walking out. “Good girl. Let’s Grace peeked around, her little face puzzled. “Uncle, why didn’t Auntie come to pick me up? Is she at work?” 

Troy paused, his smile turning a bit stiff. Pinching Grace’s cheek gently, he replied, “I’ll tell you when we get home.” 

Unaware of any underlying issues, Grace laughed joyfully. “I brought gifts for you and Auntie!” 

“You’ll have to give it to her personally later.”