Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 68: What Goes Around Comes Around—Your Wife Cheated on You Too

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: What Goes Around Comes Around—Your Wife Cheated on You Too

Claire’s face had an expression of keeping people at a distance.

But Dylan didn’t retreat; instead, he came forward to hug her and said, "It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to admit it, just be yourself with me. I just hope you can be yourself happily and not at the expense of your own suffering."

Claire moved slightly, wanting to break free from him.

Even though Dylan was younger, he was still an adult male, much stronger than her.

"If you move again, I can’t guarantee I won’t do something else."

He held her tighter, his tone even a bit irresistible.

With no result from her struggle, Claire simply gave up.

She just lifted her head slightly and muttered, "Really raised a little ingrate for myself."

Dylan heard what she said and smiled with squinting eyes.

...

The next day.

In the Central Hospital, in a ward.

Tristan Lockwood was lying on the hospital bed while Clarence Finch was changing his dressing.

"Claire didn’t come today?" he asked.

"No, she didn’t."

His eyebrows knitted, clearly unhappy with this answer.

Seeing his displeasure, Clarence chuckled and said, "The photos of you and Miss Song were spread all over Riverbend, I think your wife was in a great mood of kindness to even send you to the hospital!"

Tristan shot him a disdainful look, "What do you understand."

"I don’t understand you; you have such a beautiful wife at home yet still look outside. Truly not knowing happiness in good fortune." Clarence paused and then said, "Since you’re not interested in her, you might as well get a divorce sooner. Miss Hale has no trouble finding a good man with her qualifications. Anyway, I’m waiting in line, who knows, maybe she’ll be remarried by next year!"

Tristan glared at him threateningly, his expression unchanged, and said, "She won’t."

Seeing his confident attitude, Clarence felt quite unjust for Claire, "Whether she will or not, why don’t you try it and see."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tristan suddenly looked down at his phone.

His handsome features instantly changed in expression.

Clarence was slightly surprised.

Tristan was always emotionally indifferent, usually appearing relaxed and calm, rarely showing any passionate emotion.

Really curious which clueless person provoked this young master’s reverse scale.

But as Clarence leaned over to look, his face also changed.

On Tristan’s phone was a photo.

In the photo, Claire was holding a man, the two of them looking inseparably intimate.

"See, karma works in cycles, your wife put a green hat on you too."

After the teasing remark, Clarence saw Tristan’s face looking very unpleasant.

Like none of them would have a good time.

Before Tristan could explode completely, Clarence quickly slipped away.

Just before leaving the ward, he heard Tristan questioning over the phone, "Where are you now?"

Claire had drunk the night before and overslept the next day.

When the phone rang, she was still dreaming of beating up Tristan.

Half-awake, she heard his voice, harsh and interrogative in tone again.

So she angrily said, "Dylan, come over here and beat up a wild man with me!"

On the other end, Tristan almost instantly hung up.

"Sister, did you call me?"

Dylan stood at the bedroom door, looking expectantly at her.

Claire then fully awoke, glanced at her phone, and saw her call with Tristan lasted less than twenty seconds.

"Nothing, just talking in my sleep." she replied blandly.

But Dylan’s eyes brightened, and his mouth curled up.

She asked, "What are you smiling about?"

Dylan: "I’m happy about being in your dream, of course."

His handsome eyebrows showed genuine joy.

It was actually quite easy to be moved by him.

If she were a girl from a normal family, she probably would really like a guy like Dylan.

"Iced Americano, scrambled egg avocado sandwich."

Dylan placed the breakfast he had prepared in front of her, smiling as he said:

"Though the breakfast last time was hotel-served, it seems you really favor avocado and American-style food."

Claire was quite surprised.

He had only had breakfast with her once, yet he so accurately knew her tastes.

The man laying in the hospital, whom she had known for ten years and married for two, probably didn’t even know what she liked for breakfast.

After all, she didn’t have breakfast with Tristan more than a couple of times.

People truly can’t be compared.

For comparisons highlight stark contrasts.

Previously overlooked matters became inexplicably magnified.

Like a thorn, it painfully pierced one’s heart.

But that discomfort didn’t linger long in Claire’s heart, after all, she had her career to focus on.

Early in the morning as Claire arrived at the firm, Joy Sharp approached saying a client specifically asked to see her, claiming to be an old acquaintance.

Claire quickly hurried over.

As soon as she entered, the woman in the room turned around, her gaze piercing straight at her.

"With the Lockwood Family’s protection, you’re definitely doing better than us."

Claire stared intently at the visitor, thought for a few seconds, and then slowly moved her lips:

"Renee Lynn."

Claire’s most vivid memory of Renee was how she was the first to shove her into the boys’ bathroom back in the day.

She was also the most sycophantic follower by Cynthia Hale’s side.

Cynthia Hale treated her like trash, and Renee followed and spat on her.

Cynthia Hale tore up all her books, and Renee would throw those scraps on her face.

Cynthia instructed the boys to slut-shame her; Renee hid on the side, flipping through dictionaries to embellish their vocabulary.

Her sycophantic skills were truly honed to perfection.

Comparable to the chief eunuch next to an emperor.

But the current Renee seemed much more haggard compared to that arrogant bully from childhood.

Her eyes were deeply sunken, her complexion pale, and only her lips carried a hint of color from lipstick. Though she wore a lot in the winter, her exposed neck and wrists looked unhealthily thin.

Claire withdrew her gaze and said calmly, "Tell me your situation first."

Renee was stunned, then self-deprecatingly chuckled, "I thought you’d throw me out without even a glance."

"Personal matters and business shouldn’t mix." she replied emotionlessly, "You look like you’ve hit rock bottom and had nowhere else to turn."

"I want to sue my husband."

Suddenly, Renee took off her coat.

Next came her wool sweater, and her undershirt.

About to be nearly bare, Claire threw a blanket over her.

"Cover up."

Upon seeing the shocking bruises on Renee’s arms, shoulders, chest, and abdomen, Claire understood what had happened.

Moreover, Renee had clearly been turned away by many lawyers before coming to her in desperation.

Wrapped in a blanket, hatred was evident in Renee’s eyes.

Her voice trembled, "I can’t touch him. He holds too much power in Riverbend, and I don’t even have a job, no way to bring him down. Those lawyers before fled upon hearing his name."

"Who is your husband?"