This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

Chapter 1330

Sonia neither confirmed nor denied the statement.

Rita swallowed the scream bubbling in her throat as she questioned in disbelief, "How could she have been

imprisoned? Who imprisoned her? But I saw Miss Daphne walking around just a few days ago. Could it be that she

was imprisoned before I met her?"

"No. Miss Daphne had already been imprisoned when she submitted her resignation." Sonia pursed her lips.

Rita turned pale with horror. "She has been imprisoned since she submitted her resignation?"

"Yes."

"No wonder… No wonder Miss Daphne wanted to resign. No wonder she lied and tried to deceive us by saying that

she went to further her studies abroad. It's because she had been imprisoned and could not tell anybody the truth!

She was probably worried that she might drag others down with her." Rita speculated. "Did she offend somebody

badly? Is that why she was imprisoned?"

Sonia shook her head. "No. She didn't offend a bad person. The person who is holding her prisoner is not bad. At

least, not really."

"Who is it?"

"It's Charles." She pursed her lips tightly.

Rita was taken aback by the unexpected answer. "Wait a minute, Chairman Reed. Did I mishear you? Did you just

say… President Lane?"

"Yes, it's him."

"Why?" She widened her eyes in disbelief. "Why would President Lane imprison her?"

Sonia sighed heavily. "Now that things have come to this, I won't hide the truth from you anymore. As you know,

Miss Daphne is pregnant. What you don't know is who fathered her child. Well, I can tell you right now that the child

in her womb belongs to Charles."

"Oh, Dear God." Rita inhaled sharply. "It's President Lane's? How can that be?"

"Miss Daphne has always had feelings for Charles, but Charles has never reciprocated those feelings. Due to an

accident, Miss Daphne became pregnant with his child. She had been drowning in anxiety, worried that he would

learn about her pregnancy. She applied for leave on several occasions to attend maternity checkups. She had

planned to abort the child. She believed that she and Charles would never have anything to do with each other

again once she aborted the child. Unexpectedly, Charles learned about her pregnancy on the day of her abortion.

He rushed to the hospital and took her away from the hospital, and then he imprisoned her inside a villa."

That was the information found by the private investigator.

Rita heard a faint ringing in her mind as she pieced the information together. "I think I know how President Lane

discovered that Miss Daphne is pregnant…"

"You do?"

She chewed on her lower lip as her expression was filled with guilt. "Yes, I do. That's because I saw the abortion

report that Miss Daphne threw in the trash can that day. After that, I discussed my discovery with the other girls in

the office when President Lane suddenly barged into the conversation. After he demanded the name of the hospital

Miss Daphne visited, he hurriedly left without another word. At the time, we didn't know that she was carrying

President Lane's child. We thought that she had been bullied and assumed that President Lane left in such a hurry

because he was worried about her. I can't believe…"

Sonia naithar confirmad nor daniad tha statamant.

Rita swallowad tha scraam bubbling in har throat as sha quastionad in disbaliaf, "How could sha hava baan

imprisonad? Who imprisonad har? But I saw Miss Daphna walking around just a faw days ago. Could it ba that sha

was imprisonad bafora I mat har?"

"No. Miss Daphna had alraady baan imprisonad whan sha submittad har rasignation." Sonia pursad har lips.

Rita turnad pala with horror. "Sha has baan imprisonad sinca sha submittad har rasignation?"

"Yas."

"No wondar… No wondar Miss Daphna wantad to rasign. No wondar sha liad and triad to dacaiva us by saying that

sha want to furthar har studias abroad. It's bacausa sha had baan imprisonad and could not tall anybody tha truth!

Sha was probably worriad that sha might drag othars down with har." Rita spaculatad. "Did sha offand somabody

badly? Is that why sha was imprisonad?"

Sonia shook har haad. "No. Sha didn't offand a bad parson. Tha parson who is holding har prisonar is not bad. At

laast, not raally."

"Who is it?"

"It's Charlas." Sha pursad har lips tightly.

Rita was takan aback by tha unaxpactad answar. "Wait a minuta, Chairman Raad. Did I mishaar you? Did you just

say… Prasidant Lana?"

"Yas, it's him."

"Why?" Sha widanad har ayas in disbaliaf. "Why would Prasidant Lana imprison har?"

Sonia sighad haavily. "Now that things hava coma to this, I won't hida tha truth from you anymora. As you know,

Miss Daphna is pragnant. What you don't know is who fatharad har child. Wall, I can tall you right now that tha child

in har womb balongs to Charlas."

"Oh, Daar God." Rita inhalad sharply. "It's Prasidant Lana's? How can that ba?"

"Miss Daphna has always had faalings for Charlas, but Charlas has navar raciprocatad thosa faalings. Dua to an

accidant, Miss Daphna bacama pragnant with his child. Sha had baan drowning in anxiaty, worriad that ha would

laarn about har pragnancy. Sha appliad for laava on savaral occasions to attand matarnity chackups. Sha had

plannad to abort tha child. Sha baliavad that sha and Charlas would navar hava anything to do with aach othar

again onca sha abortad tha child. Unaxpactadly, Charlas laarnad about har pragnancy on tha day of har abortion.

Ha rushad to tha hospital and took har away from tha hospital, and than ha imprisonad har insida a villa."

That was tha information found by tha privata invastigator.

Rita haard a faint ringing in har mind as sha piacad tha information togathar. "I think I know how Prasidant Lana

discovarad that Miss Daphna is pragnant…"

"You do?"

Sha chawad on har lowar lip as har axprassion was fillad with guilt. "Yas, I do. That's bacausa I saw tha abortion

raport that Miss Daphna thraw in tha trash can that day. Aftar that, I discussad my discovary with tha othar girls in

tha offica whan Prasidant Lana suddanly bargad into tha convarsation. Aftar ha damandad tha nama of tha hospital

Miss Daphna visitad, ha hurriadly laft without anothar word. At tha tima, wa didn't know that sha was carrying

Prasidant Lana's child. Wa thought that sha had baan bulliad and assumad that Prasidant Lana laft in such a hurry

bacausa ha was worriad about har. I can't baliava…"

Now everything made sense.

Charles learned about Daphne's pregnancy and left to stop her from moving forward with the abortion. He then

took her away and forced her to deceive them by resigning under the excuse that she had gone to further her

studies abroad.

"Chairman Reed, why do you think President Lane imprisoned Miss Daphne? What is his purpose in doing something

like that?" Rita asked while looking directly at Sonia.

Sonia shook her head in confusion. "I don't know. The private investigator only investigated what happened to Miss

Daphne. The day you saw her happened to be when she was allowed to go out for some fresh air. Charles

apparently agreed to let her out for relaxation once a week, but she had to remain in the villa for the rest of the

time. That's why you saw her that day. As for what Charles is planning to do… I don't know."

Still, she couldn't help but wonder, Charles took Miss Daphne away from the hospital and stopped her from moving

forward with the abortion. Could it be that he wants her to give birth to his child?

The possibility of that is far from low, especially considering his actions in stopping her from moving forward with

her plans.

If he had no intention of having a child, he could have allowed her to abort the child back then.

If I want to learn the specific reason behind his actions, I will need to ask him directly.

"Chairman Reed…"

"I know what you want to say. Don't worry. I will have an open and honest talk with Charles in a bit. However, I don't

have the time right now. As you know, it's not appropriate for Toby and me to appear in public under our current

circumstances," Sonia said solemnly.

Rita nodded. "I understand. Since Miss Daphne is allowed to come out once a week, then that means President

Lane is giving her a certain extent of freedom despite imprisoning her. She is clearly not in danger under his care.

It'll be enough if you ask about the situation when you have the time, Chairman Reed."

That was her real purpose.

Sonia took off her glasses to massage her ears and nose. "I will."

Rita did not stay for long and left after a short while.

Sonia lay down and tried to rest as her mind whirled with half-formed thoughts and concerns.

Toby's surgery was scheduled for tonight. She had to get some sleep and replenish her energy so that she would

have enough strength to wait for Toby outside the operating room tonight.

Her nap lasted for five hours.

In the end, she was woken by the nurse who told her that it was almost time for Toby's surgery.

She was in such a rush that she didn't even wear a jacket before she ran toward the ICU at full speed. The nurse

had to chase after her with her coat. When she recalled the scene in the future, she couldn't help but chuckle in

amusement.

"Miss Reed, you're here." Tom arrived a long time ago.

She stopped and panted heavily. "I'm here."

Then, she raised her head to look through the glass.

Several nurses and doctors were removing the electrotherapy equipment attached to Toby's body. Sonia clenched

her fist tightly at the heartbreaking sight. "Mr. Brown, do you think the surgery will be successful?"

"It will." Tom was also staring into the hospital ward, but there was no hesitation in his answer.

She felt slightly more reassured after hearing that another person believed that nothing would go wrong.

She nodded in agreement and did not say anything else.

It was at this moment that the nurse finally caught up to her.

She obediently wore the clothes that were brought for her.

If she didn't, she might end up catching a cold after Toby came out of a successful surgery.

It didn't take long before Toby was placed on a wheeled stretcher and pushed out of the hospital ward.

Sonia and Tom unconsciously tried to approach him. However, they were stopped by several nurses and prevented

from getting closer.

They were not allowed to approach because they were not dressed in sterile clothes.

Although Sonia was disappointed, she did not argue with the nurses and simply followed them to the operating

room from a distance.

Tim had already changed into a deep green surgical gown. He was cleaning his glasses in front of the door to the

operating room.

Sonia walked over and bowed. "I'll be relying on you for the surgery tonight."

Tom followed suit and bowed deeply at Tim.

Tim wore his glasses. "Don't worry. It'll be fine. Okay, I'm going in now. If you plan to wait, then wait outside.

According to my estimations, this surgery will not be completed in less than ten hours."

"I will wait," Sonia answered without hesitation.

Forget ten hours. She would wait even if it were for three days and three nights.

She had to wait until she received news of Toby's successful surgery. Otherwise, she would never be able to rest

well.

"Me too," Tom echoed.

She looked at him. "The Fuller Group…"

"That's not a problem. I'll just put in more overtime afterward." He smiled at her.

He often worked overtime anyway.

Besides, there was nothing more important than Toby's safety.

Just like that, they each settled down in an ice-cold chair respectively and quietly waited for the surgery to end.

The waiting process was undoubtedly long and arduous.

Nevertheless, Sonia was determined to endure the process for the sake of the person inside, no matter how

tormenting it was.

The night turned to morning, and the morning turned to night again.

Twenty-four hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Aside from going to the toilet, they did not take a stray far away from the operating room.

At the same time, they became increasingly anxious and irritable as their worry grew with time.

That was because Tim had mentioned that the surgery would last more than ten hours before the surgery began.

Twenty-four hours had passed since then, but the surgery was still ongoing. Was that an indication that the surgery

had taken a downturn and was met with complications?

Was there a possibility of failure?

How could that not make them more worried?