This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

Sonia saw the unspoken exchange between the doctor and the nurse and she couldn’t help but sputter

as she said, “Well, whatever the doctor says goes. I’m sure your stomach will appreciate some hot

chowder and a slice of mincemeat pie. I’ll go easy on the salt, of course.”

“Alright then. It’s your call,” Toby replied as he retracted his icy gaze from the cardiologist and resumed

his warm demeanor with Sonia.

Frankly speaking, he was really craving for her beef bourguignon. He recalled her making it once; they

had only just gotten married and it was her first time in the kitchen. She had attempted the beef

bourguignon and the aroma that wafted through the kitchen was something heavenly.

Unfortunately, as he was hypnotized back then and couldn’t recognize her as the one whom he loved, he

never bothered sampling it, regardless of how aromatic and enticing the dish had been. The scent of it

lingered in the back of his memory, reminding him of what he had missed out on.

Presently, he wanted nothing more than to taste that recipe. In fact, he desperately hoped that three

years was enough time for him to try all the dishes Sonia had made for him back in the day. He could

leave in peace if that dream were to come true.

Alas, that dream was pushed back before Toby could even begin to realize it, for the doctor had decided

to butt in at the wrong time.

On a brighter note, Sonia was going to personally make him chowder and mincemeat pie, so Toby found

solace in that. As of now, he had no choice but to patiently wait for the beef bourguignon.

“Chowder and mincemeat pie, then.” Sonia nodded with an air of finality. “Alright, I’ll take my leave now.

I’ll see you tonight.”

“Okay. Have a safe trip home,” Toby said, jerking his chin to casually bid goodbye.

She left and closed the door behind her.

Meanwhile, in the hospital room, it was only after he heard the door click shut that he shed his friendly

facade and resumed his usual cold indifference. “You may proceed,” he said in clear tones as he gazed

icily at the doctor.

He began to unbutton the loose shirt on him to reveal the toned muscles of his chest.

At the sight of this, the cardiologist pulled out his stethoscope and went on to conduct a regular check-up

on Toby’s heart.

The nurse, on the other hand, opened the patient’s record book and noted all the necessary details.

Once the check-up was done, the doctor kept his equipment away and pulled off his gloves before

dutifully saying, “Mr. Fuller, your heart is doing well for now, all things considered. As time goes on, it will

begin to struggle to keep up with the rest of your body, and at that point, you’ll start to feel worn out and

exhausted. You may also experience shortness of breath and you’ll find yourself having to dial back on

rigorous forms of exercise. You have to stay away from all things that might stress your body; otherwise,

you could very well collapse.”

“I know,” a stoic Toby replied as he pulled the front of his shirt to button it up. He sounded calm, so

unfazed that it was almost like his heart problem was someone else’s.

After being bewildered by this, the doctor briefly wondered whether blue bloods had a higher threshold

for panic.

“Why don’t you be blunt with me and tell me the chances of me finding a new heart at this point?” Toby

asked, eyeing the doctor steadily after he had buttoned up his shirt.

The doctor paused in thought before he responded, “I’m sorry, Mr. Fuller. I don’t want to lie to you, and

honestly speaking, the chances of finding the perfect heart donor are really low. Things wouldn’t be so

pessimistic if you had the same body and blood type as the average person, but on account of your

rather specific biological profile, it’s almost impossible for you to look for a compatible heart donor.

Unless, of course, we’re talking about your donor being a blood relative.”

After having said all this, he cast a furtive glance at Toby to see whether he had offended Toby, but just

one look was all it took to make his heart leap to his throat.

At the current moment, Toby looked close to murderous. He was grimacing, which meant that he was

exceptionally exasperated. His gaze was arctic as he glowered apathetically at the doctor and hissed,

“Whatever you said just now, make sure you never repeat it.”

In terms of compatibility, the heart from a blood relative was indeed the ideal choice for a transplant.

However, the only blood relatives Toby had right now were his grandmother and Tyler and he certainly

did not want them to give up their hearts for him. That would make him as savage as an animal.

“Yes, of course, I’m sorry, Mr. Fuller. I promise I’ll never spout such things again,” the cardiologist

urgently apologized, immediately realizing that he had said something wrong.

Toby waved his hand imperiously. “You may leave.”

“Yes, sir.” The doctor exchanged a nervous look with the nurse before both of them respectfully left the

room.

They had only just gone out when Tom returned. “President Fuller, I’ve given out the instructions

accordingly and I’m sure we’ll hear back from all the international airports on the matter of Declan’s

aircraft in no time,” he reported as he stepped into the room with documents in hand.

Toby hummed in acknowledgement.

Tom handed the documents over and added, “These documents require your signature, President Fuller.

You can browse through them when you have the time.”

“Just leave them there,” Toby said flatly as he pointed at the top of the headboard.

After doing what he was told to do, Tom then briefly scanned the room. A grim look came into his eyes

when he saw that Toby was on his own. “President Fuller, has Miss Reed left?”

“She went home to make me dinner,” Toby explained, his features softening at the mention of Sonia.

“Dinner?” Tom repeated in surprise, his eyes wide.

“That’s right.” Toby nodded smugly. “What, are you surprised?”

“Of course I am.” There was no point in denying his shock, so Tom adjusted his glasses and pointed out

matter-of-factly, “It’s not in Miss Reed’s nature to voluntarily make dinner for you.”