Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 26: Tossed Aside When No Longer Needed?

Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Tossed Aside When No Longer Needed?
"When you were hit by the beer bottle, I turned around and saw her with a grin of a successful scheme. Shouldn’t she be arrested on the spot!"
Claire Hale gave her a glance: "And then you ended up in jail yourself?"
"I was just detained," Tina Hayes pouted, saying unwillingly, "President Hale, even if she’s not the one who did it, she surely has something to do with you being set up. Believe me, my sixth sense is never wrong!"
Claire Hale looked at her: "Where’s the evidence?"
"Evidence... I’ll definitely find it once I’m out!"
"Tina."
Claire Hale’s voice was somewhat cold.
Tina Hayes realized she was about to be lectured.
Claire Hale: "I’m touched that you stood up for me. But you can’t overstep your role; don’t you understand how important evidence is for a lawyer?"
Tina Hayes lowered her head: "I understand."
She drooped her head pitifully, like a dejected little rabbit.
Claire Hale glanced at the policeman nearby, walked up, and whispered in Tina Hayes’s ear: "Next time you hit Kiara Vance, don’t leave any evidence behind."
Tina Hayes instantly lifted her head, her bright eyes sparkling.
"President Hale, you’re so kind. Marrying Tristan Lockwood is quite a bargain for that pig-headed guy!"
Claire Hale nodded in agreement: "Indeed, it’s quite a bargain for him. But don’t worry, there’ll come a day when I’m fed up and throw him away."
Outside, Tristan Lockwood hadn’t seen Claire Hale come out for a long time, so he went into the police station to find her.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped in, he heard her casually mention throwing him away.
Tristan Lockwood gave Tina Hayes a disinterested look.
It was really just a bland glance, but it made Tina Hayes’s scalp tingle. She shivered, not daring to look him in the eye.
Tristan Lockwood looked at Claire Hale, saying: "Had enough jail visits?"
Claire Hale mainly wanted to see how Tina Hayes was doing and whether she should find a way to get her out early.
But it seemed that Tina Hayes was more carefree than she was, so she had no immediate plans to trace who attacked her.
After all, there will be time in the future. She had a feeling, this time she could lay down a long line to catch a big fish.
After leaving the police station, Claire Hale walked to the passenger side of the Porsche. Just as her hand touched the door handle, her slender waist was suddenly encircled from behind.
"Throw him away when you’re fed up with him?"
Tristan Lockwood pinched her waist, forcing her to face him. He even freed one hand to protect her head.
Claire Hale’s body hadn’t recovered, and she was somewhat tired from the outing, lazily leaning into his arm, she said: "Isn’t that exactly what you wanted?"
Tristan Lockwood pinched her chin: "Do you really think relying on the old man, you can completely hold me?"
Her eyes flickered.
Tristan Lockwood: "Playing with you until now is because I’m still interested in your body. Always asking your opinion on the divorce is to show you respect. Since you refuse over and over, don’t blame me for taking measures."
Once Tristan Lockwood took measures, her consequences wouldn’t just be a divorce.
Ruination wasn’t out of the question.
"Claire Hale, think about your firm, it’s your hard work."
She glared at him coldly: "If you dare to touch my firm, I’ll fight you to the death."
Tristan Lockwood: "Try me."
Tristan Lockwood’s "try me" was indeed not just a threat. In the following days, Claire Hale received calls from her firm, saying several clients had canceled their contracts with them.
As soon as she heard the clients’ names, she knew they were the ones introduced through Tristan Lockwood when the firm was starting out.
After maintaining those relationships for so long, they were still no match for a single word from Tristan Lockwood. Lying in the hospital bed, Claire Hale felt a sense of powerlessness.
The phone buzzed from where it lay by the pillow.
Claire Hale was in a bad mood, and didn’t check the phone immediately. It wasn’t until the evening that she saw it was a message from Sean Lockwood, asking about the progress of investigating Jade Sutton.
Claire Hale thought for a moment, and decided to go and ask Tristan Lockwood first.
As she stepped out of the hospital room, she saw Tristan Lockwood exiting the office from afar, walking toward the elevator with his back to her.
Claire Hale suddenly had a hunch; she felt Tristan Lockwood was going to see that Pea Princess.
She followed him all the way and finally stopped beneath a psychology consultation center.
Claire Hale glanced at the sign. This psychology consultation was famous nationwide, with consultation fees edly starting at six figures. It showed Tristan Lockwood was more than willing to spend on the Pea Princess.
If it were her with an illness, Tristan Lockwood might even set off firecrackers in celebration and then toss her by the roadside.
Claire Hale waited in the car for about an hour before seeing Tristan Lockwood emerge again.
He was protectively holding the Pea Princess, who was dressed in a white wool coat. Just catching sight of that slender figure was like seeing the first snow entering the world, breathtaking.
Claire Hale observed carefully for a while, finding that, like last time, the Pea Princess still wore a black mask.
She found a spot where she could see their faces, snapping a photo of the pair, capturing their fully visible faces.
After leaving the psychology consultation, Tristan Lockwood took the Pea Princess to a riverside park.
Claire Hale got out of the car, keeping a distance of one or two hundred meters, watching them walking shoulder to shoulder ahead.
Occasionally, the Pea Princess slightly raised her head, her peach blossom eyes rippling with moisture reflecting Tristan Lockwood’s faint smile.
They talked and laughed together; the atmosphere was harmonious and congenial, more familial than her relationship with Tristan Lockwood.
After a while, likely tired from walking, Tristan Lockwood led the Pea Princess to sit on a lakeside bench.
When Claire Hale looked over, the Pea Princess was leaning against Tristan Lockwood’s shoulder.
In the sunset, their figures leaned closely together, very much like those TV show couples about to declare eternal love.
From afar, she took out her phone and dialed Tristan Lockwood’s number.
Despite answering the call, he remained seated on the bench, without any intention of avoiding or hiding from the Pea Princess.
Claire Hale asked: "Where are you?"
"I have no obligation to my whereabouts to you."
Tristan Lockwood was very cold, unwilling to even offer a perfunctory excuse like being busy.
"My head hurts a lot." She stared at him unblinkingly as she said, "I need you, Tristan Lockwood."
Tristan Lockwood paused.
She never openly expressed her needs this directly unless the pain was truly unbearable.
"Consider it me asking you."
She intentionally softened her voice.
Tristan Lockwood: "I’m at a function, very busy. Clarence Finch will come to check on you."
After finishing, he ended the call.
Claire Hale lowered her hand, calmly watching Tristan Lockwood carry on laughing and chatting with the Pea Princess after answering the call, before she turned and left.
On the way home, Clarence Finch called, asking if she was feeling unwell and why she wasn’t at the hospital. Claire Hale replied that she was at home, which Clarence Finch sensed she wasn’t in the mood to talk. Considerately, he reminded her to take care of her health before hanging up.
In the car, the GPS suddenly warned her of speeding. She glanced at the dashboard; on a highway with a speed limit of eighty, she was going at one hundred and twenty.