Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

"My sister made Maggie Monroe so angry she passed out?" Ian Shaw said with an exaggerated laugh.

"Yeah. What, you don’t believe it?"

"No, it’s not that I don’t believe it. I’m just wondering... Maggie fainted, so how can you be so calm?" Tristan’s current attitude was what surprised him the most.

"I’m used to it," Tristan Grayson said nonchalantly as he started walking out.

During that month abroad, he had experienced far too many similar incidents. He’d gone from initial shock, worry, and fear to his current state of calm composure...

There didn’t seem to be any other emotions left...

Ian Shaw watched Tristan Grayson leave, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. ’Used to it? What kind of reason is that? Tristan likes Maggie so much, how could he get used to her fainting?’

’No, something’s wrong! There must be a problem between them!’ As if he’d made a groundbreaking discovery, Ian Shaw rose handsomely to his feet and hurried after Tristan Grayson.

Regardless, the woman had fainted because of his sister. It was only reasonable for him to go check things out and back his sister up.

Lily Shaw stared at the person lying in the hospital room, not daring to take another step inside. If anything else happened, she’d never be able to clear her name.

When Tristan Grayson and Ian Shaw arrived at the hospital, they saw Lily Shaw pacing back and forth outside the room.

Tristan Grayson didn’t go to the room immediately. Instead, he glanced in its direction, then walked over to a chair in the hallway with a dark expression and sat down.

Lily Shaw steeled herself and walked up to Tristan Grayson. "Tristan, if you want to yell at me, go ahead. I can take it." ’It’s not like he hasn’t yelled at me before...’

"Let’s see him try!" Ian Shaw yanked Lily Shaw back, protectively shielding her behind him.

"Bro, this is my fault. I deserve to be yelled at." Even though it wasn’t her fault, it was always better to take the blame to avoid Tristan giving her a hard time at work later.

"Lily Shaw, you’re not needed here. Go back to the company," Tristan Grayson said coldly, his eyes full of exhaustion. He rolled his wrists and twisted his neck.

"Huh?" ’The way Tristan’s acting, how could this possibly have nothing to do with me?’

Ian Shaw patted Lily Shaw’s hand, signaling for her to leave. "Go on back."

"Oh, okay. I’ll get going then."

Watching Lily Shaw leave, Ian Shaw sat down next to Tristan Grayson. "What’s wrong with you?"

Tristan Grayson stood up abruptly. "Nothing. You should go back too."

"Fuck, Tristan Grayson! You heartless bastard, would it kill you to talk to me for two seconds?!"

"Yes."

Ian Shaw shot up angrily. "Fine! I can’t be bothered with your damn problems!" ’I must have been an idiot to come here for a live feed of Tristan’s drama... ’

Only after Ian Shaw had left did Tristan Grayson finally walk toward the hospital room. He stopped at the doorway, his brow deeply furrowed...

"Tristan, is that you?" Maggie Monroe lifted her head slightly, looking in his direction.

His expression was even darker and more terrifying than before. "Yeah."

Maggie Monroe’s voice was choked with sobs as she spoke softly, "Tristan, you’re finally here. You have no idea how scared I was... I was so afraid I wouldn’t get to see you..."

"Maggie, do you know what I hate most?" He entered the room but didn’t immediately go over to help her sit up. Instead, he stood about a meter from the bed and spoke nonchalantly.

"Deception and betrayal," she answered in a low, uneasy voice, her heart tightening in her chest.

"And today, you committed one of them!" When you use the same trick too many times, it loses its novelty and gets seen through.

Because she was the woman he had chosen, he had always been very indulgent with her. But he had his limits, and he was growing weary. Just now, when he arrived, he had only glanced into the room from a distance, but he’d seen Maggie Monroe turn over.