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This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr novel Chapter 73

Toby furrowed his brows. Did she delete my number?

When Sonia noticed that the caller wasn’t speaking, she tilted her head in confusion, ready to hang up. It wasn’t until then that the caller responded. A man’s deep and melodious voice came through. “It’s me.”

Sonia’s pupils contracted, and she stopped writing. When she checked the screen of her phone, and as soon as she saw the familiar string of numbers, she pulled her lips into a thin line. It really is him!

Even after their divorce and having deleted all of Toby’s contact details, she could recognize his phone number at first glance. After taking a deep breath, she ignored the sourness within her by putting on a poker face as she spoke. “Do you need something from me, President Fuller?”

Toby’s face fell as soon as he noticed the coldness in Sonia’s tone. She was being so gentle when she didn’t recognize me, but she flipped when she did. Suppressing the feelings of dismay within him, he pulled his lips into a thin line. “I would like to apologize to you.”

Sonia leaned back after tossing her pen away. “Apologize? Did you do something that warrants an apology?”

“It’s my mother. Sorry for giving you trouble.” Toby hung his head low, his tone apologetic.

A derisive smile bloomed on Sonia’s face. “I see. You sure have a lot on your plate. Not only do you need to apologize in place of your fiancée, but your mother too. Will you need to apologize for your brother next time?”

Toby swore sternly, “This won’t happen again.”

“I’m not so sure about that. I know just how capable your family is of wreaking havoc, especially your mother.” Sonia rolled her eyes as soon as she mentioned Jean. “President Fuller, can I ask you a question? It’s been on my mind for a long time.”

Toby pressed on the Bluetooth earphone on his ear, looking skeptical. “What is it?”

“Are you really your mother’s son?” Sonia rested her cheek on one hand. Despite Jean’s lavish outfit, she was a typical shrew who had a crude and mean attitude. Sonia could hardly imagine someone like her raising a son like Toby.

Toby’s gaze flickered for a moment. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” Sonia shrugged.

Toby turned the steering wheel. “Yes, I am.”

Seriously? Sonia heaved a disappointed sigh. I bet Toby had undergone a mutation. With that, she picked up her pen again. “Alright, President Fuller, I have nothing else to ask. Let’s end the call here. By the way, keep watch over your mother. Make sure that she doesn’t come barking at my door again without reason.”

Barking at her door? A grim look crept onto Toby’s face. “Sonia, can’t you be less harsh?”

“Harsh?” Sonia chuckled. “President Fuller, are you expecting me to be nice to you and your family? Why don’t you reflect on your treatment of me during the past six years? Why should I be nice to you? Who do you think you are anyway?”

With that, she cut the call. Upon hearing the beep in the earphone, Toby knew the call had ended. He freed a hand from the steering wheel to rub it in between his brows.

‘Why don’t you reflect on your treatment of me during the past six years?’ Her words replayed in Toby’s mind incessantly. His heart felt as if a boulder was pressing on it heavily, because he couldn’t deny the fact that the Fullers had indeed mistreated her.

When Toby was still lamenting about the situation, he arrived at the hospital. After parking his car, he sat in it for some time before heading to the ward. In a VIP ward, Tina was watching TV while Julia was peeling an apple by her bed.

Upon hearing a knock on the door, Julia raised her head to trace the source of the sound before a smile lit up on her face. “Tina, look who’s here!”

When Tina turned to check on the door, she saw Toby coming from outside. Enraptured, her eyes reddened. “Toby…” She lifted her blanket to launch herself into his arms.

Toby had just arrived by her bed, so he was able to catch her. While caressing her hair, he asked, “Why are you crying?”

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