Chapter 7 Walter Asks Someone to Find Out
Looking at her, who looked so hesitant, I calmly said, “You mean that I was forced to be a street girl?”
She nodded a little tentatively. “I don’t mean to poke your sore spot. I just want to know why you never talk about those six months after you came back?”
I pressed my l*ps. Whenever that part of my past emerged in my mind, it always chilled me. Looking at Rachel, I said, “It’s getting late. I have work to do.”
Seeing that I was not about to tell her, she pouted and muttered, “You are driving me away again. I am so bored at home, or I wouldn’t have bothered to bring you food at all.”
Though saying so, with a serious face, she pointed to the remaining food in the lunch box and said, “Eat up, or I won’t cook for you again.”
I smiled, nodded, and ate up.
It was the evening.
After having dinner with Rachel, I went back to Water Villa, and it was dark.
There were no lights in the hall, and I thought Walter wasn’t back. I was already used to it. I was about to go to the study to read so that I could get sleepy.
When I came outside the study, I saw the half-open door, and I stopped in my tracks, wondering. Was Walter back?
“Mr. Hinton, about what happened five years ago, this is all the information I got. It seems that Mrs. Hinton…” It was Roy Austen, Walter’s a*sistant.
They were talking about business in the study?
I was never in the habit of eavesdropping, so I was about to walk away. Then I heard Roy’s voice. He continued, “Her past isn’t something to be proud of. If Mrs. Hinton knew…”
I frowned, knowing that Roy was talking about me.
And he said something about five years ago.
Did Walter ask someone to find out about what happened five years ago?
I stopped and gasped. So, Walter heard everything Ashley had said in the hospital today?
“Mr. Hinton, if you want a divorce, feel free to do so,” I said while opening the door and looking at them who looked surprised to see me.
“Mrs. Hinton…” Roy said, stunned.
Walter, on the contrary, seemed absurdly calm. When I came in, he just looked up and glanced at Roy, and then he said calmly, “You may go to rest.”
Roy looked at me, hesitated for a few seconds, and then respectfully left.
Walter and I were alone in the study, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet. He held the files in his hand for a long time. Then he looked at me, his face calm. I couldn’t tell any emotions at all. A moment later, he asked, “The scar was from five years ago?”
I was stunned because of his strange focus. I nodded. “Yes.”
He got up, looked at me, and changed the subject pretty quickly. “Apologize to Ashley tomorrow.”
Apologize?
It only took me a few seconds to react. Today in the hospital, he saw what I did to Ashley, but he wasn’t furious at all. On the contrary, he accompanied me to visit Rudolf. I thought he had changed somehow, yet I was wrong. He was holding it back and getting even with me now.
Maybe he asked Roy to go back five years to prove Ashley wasn’t lying.
He was way taller than me. Looking at him in front of me, I sneered, looked straight into his eyes, and said, “Apologize? In what capacity are you demanding me, Mr. Hinton? Are you asking me to do this as my husband? Or Ashley’s lover?”
With that, I picked up the files he had put on the desk and scanned them roughly. It was no different from everything Ashley had accused me of at the hospital.
I couldn’t help but sneer and toss the files into the trash can. Then I looked at Walter and asked, “Mr. Hinton, is this all you’ve got?”
“Tabatha!” Walter suppressed his anger and narrowed his black eyes slightly. “You are arrogant, brutal, and unreasonable. Who the F*** gives you the right to behave like this?”
Hearing him swearing, I knew that he was indeed furious.
I sneered, looked at him, and said, “I have so many flaws. To stop the loss in time, Mr. Hinton, you might as well draw up the divorce papers as soon as possible so that we can sign them and say bye. It will make both of us feel better.”
With that, I turned to go back to my room. Yet before I took a few steps, he grabbed my wrist. I was caught off guard and pulled into his arms. He clasped the back of my head, forced me to look him in the eye, and said in an angry and restrained voice, “Tabatha, you want to divorce so much?”
I sneered, “Aren’t you the one who wants a divorce? What is it? Are you blaming me for staying out of your way?”
Perhaps because of anger, he narrowed his black eyes and said gloomily, “You can talk. You need to be taught a lesson.” Then he locked me in his arms and k*ssed me fiercely.
