Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 15: I’m Very Busy

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: I’m Very Busy
Most of the five million came from Riverbend, while at that time, Jane happened to be out of town. The lawsuit from her ex-boyfriend naturally failed.
But coming out of the court, Jane didn’t have the joy of victory on her face. She said dejectedly:
"I never expected him to be calculating against me since we started dating. Could it be that all of his kindness towards me was fake? If that’s true, Lawyer Hale, does it mean everyone who dates must always be wary and calculate each step?"
Claire Hale pursed her lips lightly and said calmly, "Miss Jane, I can only tell you from a legal standpoint that large financial gifts between dating couples are generally assumed to be given with marriage in mind. When you broke up, it was reasonable for him to ask for his money back. Your ex-boyfriend’s situation is not unique."
Seeing Claire’s cool demeanor, as if she was accustomed to such matters, Jane couldn’t help but ask, "Lawyer Hale, if you encountered someone calculating against you financially, what would you do?"
Claire was slightly taken aback.
In her relationship with Tristan Lockwood, she was the one who had been scheming for his money, even overtly.
Otherwise, Tristan wouldn’t be so annoyed with her.
"I would repeatedly confirm the intentions behind accepting expensive gifts from the man."
She gave an official response, but Jane regretfully said, "Regardless of whether he was pursuing me or during our relationship, he was incredibly good to me, always saying he’d take care of me for life. In the end, it was all a calculation. Lawyer Hale, I really can’t accept it. Why can someone who once spoke so many heartfelt and touching vows become so ruthless when parting ways? After all I’ve been passively accepting his feelings and falling for him, what does it make me to be discarded in the end?"
Claire lowered her eyes, saying nothing.
After all, she had done everything possible to win over Tristan Lockwood.
She deceived him into marriage and openly claimed it was for his money, all indisputable facts.
Anyone would not want to be a tool for someone else’s profit.
Especially not Tristan Lockwood, a favored son of heaven.
Forcing him into marriage was simply stepping into Tristan’s central minefield.
No rescue from it.
As Claire and Jane prepared to part ways, Jane’s ex-boyfriend slowly emerged from the courthouse.
Jane saw him, hesitated to speak, while the man cast a hateful glance at her, with undisguised contempt in his eyes.
Jane’s eyes immediately reddened, forcing herself to turn away before tears could fall, walking away from him.
On the way back to the law firm, Claire’s mind kept replaying the scene of Jane and her ex-boyfriend mutually disgusted.
She also recalled what Jenson had said before, the words about her and Tristan Lockwood growing tired of each other and living life that way.
Should she seriously consider how their marriage should proceed?
She’s always been action-oriented; as soon as the thought occurred, she drove to Central Hospital. She had messaged Tristan during the journey, but he hadn’t replied; he must have been in surgery.
Claire parked the car and went to the third floor of surgery.
The nurse on duty was Kiara Vance. Upon seeing Claire, she pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. Claire ignored it and asked, "Is Dr. Lockwood in surgery?"
Kiara’s eyes flickered, and she vaguely replied with an "Mm-hm."
Claire looked at her deeply, then turned and went into Tristan’s office.
As soon as she pushed the door open, she saw Tristan’s broad back in a white coat. He turned his head and immediately frowned and scolded, "Get out."
Claire was stunned, didn’t even have time to react before Tristan closed the door.
She stood in place, staring fixedly at the tightly closed door, recalling that moment when she opened the door, Tristan’s back was toward her, with long black hair hanging down his arm.
It was Princess Pea.
She instantly came to this conclusion, reached out again to grip the door handle, and turned; the door was locked.
Inside the office, Tristan slightly bent down, holding gauze and applying it to a wound on a white skin.
"Maybe, you should explain to Claire?"
The wound brought coolness, the woman bit her lip with restraint, looking at him anxiously.
Tristan lowered his eyes indifferently, his hands working professionally and gently, he said apathetically, "No need."
She gazed at his long dense eyelashes, cautiously saying, "I’m afraid she’ll be angry; if it’s like last time, you’ll be quite embarrassed."
After speaking, her cheeks turned slightly red.
"The things between you and Claire being heard by an outsider like me isn’t very good. Especially Claire, she values her privacy quite a bit."
Once the medicine was changed, Tristan threw the used medical waste into the trash bin. He straightened up, took off his white coat, and said to her, "To me, you’re not an outsider. Without you, there wouldn’t be the current me."
Upon hearing this, the woman’s fair face turned even redder, her eyes looking at him watery and bright.
Tristan’s eyes were dark, not knowing what he was thinking.
Until she tugged at his coat, the faint fragrance of her perfume approaching, he stepped back and said, "I’ll take you home."
An undetectable flicker passed through her eyes, she gently smiled under her mask, lightly said, "Okay."
Opening the office door, besides the passing patients, Claire was no longer visible.
Tristan was somewhat surprised; given her previous persistence, not staying outside to have a clear glimpse of the other woman was quite odd.
The woman then came out, looked around subtly.
Upon glancing at the black dress soaking up from the corner, she suddenly grabbed Tristan’s hand.
Tristan paused slightly, looking down at her, "What is it?"
The woman’s eyes were red, and she said, "Having just changed the medication, it hurts a bit."
Gripping his hand, she held it tighter.
Seeing her frowning with pain, he didn’t retrieve his hand, letting her hold it.
An Audi A8 slowly drove out of the hospital, with Claire standing upright by the street, calmly watching the car grow farther away, until the exhaust dissipated into the air.
The early winter wind was particularly desolate, Claire stood in the wind for a long time.
The wind was like a knife, piercing into her body and stabbing her heart.
The pain made her more clear-headed, she remembered the night two years ago when she got the marriage certificate with Tristan.
He pressed her to the bed, movements rough, his eyes icy, even his touch had no warmth.
"Isn’t this what you wanted? I’m giving it to you."
He was like an out-of-control beast, utterly devoid of reason, completely ignoring her feelings.
"You wanted money, wanted to marry into the Lockwood Family, wanted to climb onto my bed? Claire Hale, you’ve achieved it all."
"Obtaining all this in such a way means you’re destined to be a rotten person for the rest of your life."
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Since their encounter at the hospital, Tristan discovered Claire had not been home for several consecutive days.
He called her three times.
The first time, no one answered.
The second time, she hung up directly.
The third time she answered, but her voice was cold and indifferent, saying, "I’m very busy."