Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 47: You Want to Take a Bath? Let Me Help You

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: You Want to Take a Bath? Let Me Help You
"Is that so?" Claire tilted her head curiously, "Then I’m really curious, what exactly did you do to make Sean want you dead? It can’t be worse than seducing his nephew, can it?"
"Claire, you..."
Jade bit her lip, but before she could finish her sentence, tears started to fall.
One by one, they dropped to the ground like pearls.
Claire watched coldly as she leaned into Tristan Lockwood’s arms.
Tristan frowned and said, quite displeased, "Jade’s emotions are unstable, why are you provoking her?"
"But she was the one who came to find trouble."
Claire stood up from the bench and looked earnestly at Tristan, "Aren’t you my husband? I’ve been hospitalized for days, and besides changing bandages, you’ve been with her all the time. Now you’re flaunting your romance in front of me, and I’m not supposed to get angry? I’m not a saint; how could I possibly do that?"
Tristan’s brows tightened.
The way she was speaking today had a hint of sarcasm.
It was somewhat like when she used to chase after him all those years ago.
"Tristan, don’t blame Claire." Jade wiped her tears, forced a smile, and said, "Claire isn’t entirely wrong. She’s injured and very fragile. Maybe she didn’t think it through before speaking. Claire is naturally easily agitated. If you’re harsh with her, she might get angry and go looking for Sean, which would make things worse."
Claire silently listened to her, understanding that all her rambling meant one thing: she didn’t want her to contact Sean.
She curved her lips and deliberately said, "I almost forgot about that. Thanks for the reminder. I’ll have to pick a good time to to President Lockwood about how his wife was always following my husband around."
Upon hearing this, Jade’s face turned unsightly, and she grabbed the hem of Tristan’s clothes as if asking for help.
Tristan put his arm around her shoulders and patted soothingly.
Then, he gave Claire a meaningful look before turning to leave with Jade.
That night, just as Claire was about to take a shower, the door to her hospital room was opened from the outside.
She had just taken off her hospital pants, but before she could frown and tell the person to leave, Tristan had already closed the door and was slowly walking towards her.
"I want to talk to you about what happened during the day."
"For Jade?"
She had twisted her foot, and her pants were stuck awkwardly at her knees.
Tristan naturally helped her pull them down, then made an attempt to carry her, saying, "Need help with the bath? I’ll assist you."
Claire didn’t decline and let him carry her into the bathroom.
Since her foot couldn’t get wet, Tristan wiped her body with warm water and washed her hair.
Only when he was blow-drying her hair did he say, "Jade must have told you about her being mentally controlled and abused by Sean. She’s now diagnosed with severe depression and isn’t in a good mental state. Could you not tell Sean for now? We’ll discuss it once her condition improves."
Claire was momentarily stunned, then laughed, "Turns out, you help me bathe, dry my hair, and speak to me so humbly—all for Jade."
"I’ve said it many times; she saved my life, so I can’t just abandon her."
Tristan turned off the hairdryer, noticing her indifferent expression. Frowning, he said:
"You were saved by that little boy and ought to empathize with me. Also, I don’t get it—people helped you during your childhood, yet you hold onto the boy but are so unforgiving to Jade. From an outsider’s view, it seems like you harbor some deep-seated hatred for her."
"I do, indeed."
Claire responded bluntly.
Tristan frowned, "What is it?"
Claire tilted her head, "She stole my husband, doesn’t that count?"
Tristan was slightly taken aback and squinted at her for a while—her brows were clear, her expression sincere. She didn’t seem like she was scheming.
His eyes flickered slightly, just about to speak again, but she smiled and said, "Though I don’t like you, even if you’re just my husband in name, I won’t let another woman dance over my head. I have to save face, right?"
As soon as she said this, his expression instantly turned cold, and his gaze grew dark.
"If you won’t listen to reason, then don’t blame me for forcing you to agree."
Tristan said coldly.
"Of course, if you have enough guts, you can go straight to Sean and tattle and see how he’ll react. When such family matters are known by outsiders like you, do you think it will end well for you?"
With that, he left the room, not bothering with her half-dry hair.
Closing the door, a strange sensation arose in Tristan’s heart.
Claire still said defiant things like usual.
But her demeanor today was entirely different, always curling her lips subtly, as if nothing mattered to her.
Perhaps he was overthinking it.
Suppressing the odd feeling, Tristan took a step towards the department.
The next morning, during Clarence’s routine check on Claire, he found she had a slight fever.
"Hair wasn’t dried last night, might have caught a cold," Claire said.
Clarence was speechless, "Miss Hale, why would you do things halfway, not finishing them when you’re sick? Why couldn’t you take care of yourself?"
Claire thought for a moment, then looked at him seriously and said, "You should ask your Dr. Lockwood. He left halfway while drying my hair yesterday, making me angry and leaving me in the lurch, so I forgot to finish drying it."
Clarence stomped his foot in frustration, "He’s so over the top! Where is he now?"
"Maybe... in Miss Sutton’s room?"
Clarence was taken aback, "Miss Sutton? Jade Sutton next door?"
"Yes."
Claire nodded, with a smile of understanding, and said:
"Dr. Finch, you don’t need to be too surprised. I’m used to this kind of thing. He’s not new to leaving me and finding other women. Men, they can’t control themselves."
Clarence was dumbstruck, "You’re really... so open-minded."
"Yes, if I weren’t, I’d be driven to madness by now."
"..."
After finishing his rounds, Clarence saw Tristan coming out of Jade’s room.
Seizing the chance, he went over and said indignantly, "Why aren’t you in your wife’s room this early, but in another woman’s instead?"
Tristan looked at him with dark eyes and said flatly, "Didn’t you arrange which room to check yourself?"
Clarence was stunned.
It seemed to be true.
"Didn’t it occur to you to apply to check on your own wife’s room?"
"There’s no need," Tristan said lightly, "There’s no point in talking to her."
"You’ve got a messed-up head, I see,"
Clarence shook his head, gesturing towards Jade’s room with his chin.
"And what’s that, romantic debt?"
Tristan let out a laugh without emotion, "Indeed a debt, one I’m repaying."