This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

He had no intention of telling the old woman about what happened at the restaurant earlier, fearing that

she would be mortified by it.

“Yes, of course we shall,” Rose agreed with a hod.

The both of them proceeded toward the house with their individual canes, which proved an entertaining

sight, given the decades between them.

Jean was carrying out a platter of fruits from the kitchen when she saw Rose and Toby. “Oh, you’re

home, Toby!” she exclaimed in greeting.

Toby nodded briskly in acknowledgment. “Mom.”

“Take a seat,” she urged as she hastily put the platter down and made to help him.

However, he brushed her off and said, “I’ve got it.” There might not be any strength in his legs, but that

didn’t mean he couldn’t manage sitting on his own.

He set his cane aside and held onto the armrest of the couch as he slowly eased into his seat. Jean, on

the other hand, pushed the fruit platter toward him and asked cheerfully, “Have you patched things up

with Tina, Toby?”

Patch things up? Toby lowered his gaze when he heard his mother but made no reply. He wondered why

his mother would even see this as something even possible.

When he recalled how his every thought and

emotion had been inexplicably swayed and manipulated because of her, he wanted nothing more than to

kill her!

If Tina truly was Maple, Toby was willing to overlook all that he had done for her before the accident-

regardless of whether he was being manipulated at the time-given that he really was in love with Maple.

However, if Tina had been pretending to be Maple all along, then there was no way he would let her get

away with such a despicable form of deceit!

At the thought of this, Toby grabbed his cane and rose from his seat. “Grandma, Mom, if you’ll excuse

me, I’ll be going back to my room to rest. I’m a little tired.”

In truth, he wanted to return to his bedroom so that he could find out for sure if Tina was Maple, though

he already knew the answer to that. Having said what he did, he headed for the elevator.

Meanwhile, Jean glanced at the untouched platter of fruits, then at Toby’s back. Slightly peeved, she

grumbled, “He didn’t even answer my question.”

Rose rolled her eyes at the younger woman pointedly, then stalked into her own bedroom without

another word. She found it pointless and grating on the nerves to continue sharing

the same space with this daughter-in-law of hers, seeing as Toby had already left. If it werent for the fact

that this woman has been good to Toby and Tyler, I would have kicked her out of the Fuller Family long

ago.

In the bedroom, Toby pulled open his drawer, intending to take out Maple’s past letters to him and read

through them once more. However, he froze in shock when he saw that his drawer had been emptied

out, and not a single letter from Maple remained.

At that moment, he felt as if his own heart had been emptied out, but he quickly became apoplectic.

He stormed downstairs and summoned all the household servants. With a voice like thunder, he

demanded, “Who took my letters from my drawer?”

The servants exchanged helpless and bewildered looks. They shook their heads slowly and denied

opening the drawer in question.

Seeing this, Toby thought that none of them was willing to confess to the crime, and he grew even more

furious as he snapped, “I said that no one is allowed to step into my room without my permission, let

alone touch my things! Did none of you pay attention?”

Unable to stand the blank accusations, one of

the servants who had been working the longest in the Fullers’ Residence finally spoke up. “Young Master

Toby, we really did not open your drawer.”

When the other servants heard this, they nodded and said hastily, “That’s right, Young Master Toby. We

really didn’t.”

Toby narrowed his eyes as he surveyed them and tried to see if they were lying, but having assessed

their expressions, he realized that all of them spoke the truth. None of them flinched or averted his gaze;

the steady and genuine look in their eyes and on their faces showed that they weren’t lying to him.

He fell silent. If they didn‘t touch my drawer, then how did my letters go missing in the first place?

Just then, Jean let out a small yawn as she rounded the second-floor landing. “Toby, what in the world

are you doing?”

“Madam, it seems as if Young Master Toby’s letters have gone missing, and he’s extremely angry about

it,” the first servant who had spoken up earlier explained.

Jean cast a curious look at her son. “Toby, what letters are they referring to?”

“My letters with Maple,” Toby answered swiftly. He didn’t have to lie about this. After all, it was no secret

among the Fullers that he had been

pen pals with Maple.

Oh, you mean the letters you exchanged with Tina? I thought she burned them into ashes.” Jean let out

another yawn as she said this, revealing two rows of slightly stained teeth.

Toby’s face darkened at this, and he looked so dangerous that even his voice came out cold and cutting.

“Did you just say that Tina burned them?”

“Yes, and you agreed to it, too. Don’t you remember?” Jean threw him a confused look.

Toby stiffened at this. I agreed to it? Why would I even agree to let Tina burn those letters? They meant more to me than anything else I own; / wouldn‘t have saved them for over ten years otherwise!

But the next moment, a certain memory surfaced in his mind: it was a scene from nearly three months

ago when Tina had only just awakened. She told him that there was no point in keeping the letters now

that she had regained consciousness and would stay next to him. She had said that the letters would be

better off burned away into nothing-and he had agreed to it!

He had actually agreed to it! Mortified and in complete disbelief, Toby clutched his cane even tighter. How in the world could I have agreed to do something so awful? I couldn‘t

possibly have done that! What wretched power in the world has compelled me to do something like that?

His knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of his hand throbbed as he tightened his hold on

the cane.

That‘s right! I was not as lucid after the accident as I am now. Tina could have said anything, and I‘d agree to it without stopping to think if it was problematic. I didn‘t even bother saying no to her at the time, and I‘ve certainly never experienced heart–wrenching pain.

Suddenly, it was as if everything made sense. The only reason why he even agreed to let Tina burn

those letters was because he had been under the influence of some strange persuasive force, and he

never truly intended to do so in the first place.