Chapter 759


    "He''s gone. You can''t always be like this. It will hurt your body. Do you understand?"


    Sherman nodded. Then she seemed to recall something, and she bent down and opened her suitcase and took out a knitted


    scarf and cap.


    Her eyes were downcast and the look in her eyes was bleak. She ran her hand affectionately over the scarf and the cap fora


    moment, and then she handed them t o Summer and said softly, "I knitted these myself when | was pregnant. Now he won''t use


    them. | want t o give them to Charlotte! | made them a little bigger. They would fit Charlotte ..."


    Summer felt like her heart was stabbed by a knife, and tears kept rolling out of her eyes like strings of beads. She rarely cried


    since she was a child. But when she saw Sherman being so depressed, her heart felt pain.


    “I''m not crying! Why are you crying? Mark will be back soon, if he saw you, he''ll think | made you cry..." The corners of her mouth


    twitched, and she reached out to hug Summer. She wanted to cry. She really wanted to have a good cry, but she held it back.


    The next morning


    Sherman woke up early, or rather, she hadn''t slept all night. She had faint dark circles under her eyes.


    Summer was surprised, "Why do you get up so early?" "I couldn''t sleep anymore." She could not sleep deeply now. Even if she


    sleptte at night, she would wake u p very early in the morning.


    "You should wear more clothes. A miscarriage is much equal to giving birth to a baby. If you don''t take good care of yourself,


    you''ll fall ill.”


    Sherman nodded in acknowledgment. Just then, Charlotte came down rubbing her eyes. The little girl was still sleepy. She called


    in a childish voice, "Good morning, Mommy, Auntie."


    Seeing Charlotte wearing the cap she had given her yesterday, yellow and just the right size, Sherman felt a piercing pain in her


    heart again.


    They had breakfast together. It felt lively they all sitting around the table.


    Mark''s long, narrow eyes swept over Sherman casually, but he didn''t say anything.


    Before he was about to walk out of the living room, Summer brought his coat to him. She moved her lips for a kiss, and Mark''s


    large hand wrapped around her waist, leaned over, and kissed her lips gently.


    Seeing the two, Sherman turned her back on them. She was looking into the garden. The flowers had withered, some petals


    floating in the wind, as they had in their marriage.


    After lunch, she went out. She took a taxi and went straight to the Civil Registry Office.


    There were a lot of people outside the Civil Registry Office, but most of them were to get married. Those couples were holding


    each other''s hands, with happiness on their faces and tenderness in their eyes.


    Somehow, she felt that it was getting colder.


    She waited there for ten minutes. Then Billy arrived. H e seemed toe from the office. He was dressed in a suit, neat and


    handsome.


    Few people were filing for divorce. And Billy had connections, so they went straight to the office.


    Till today, the two had nothing more


    to say to each other. An awk


    silence w sin thenit They went


    GANS formalities and signed


    their names. It was pretty soon.


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    It took no more than ten minutes.


    Coming out of the Civil teres


    Office, B ay arramed hi eyes and


    Idoked a erman for a while, and


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    The driver saw Sherman walking in the cold wind. He had been working with Billy for four years, and to some extent, he knew


    Sherman.


    At the moment, looking at her thin


    body in the cold wind, feltc ON!


    S athyfor raced he asked Billy,


    "Mf. Day, shall we give Mrs.... Ms.


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    “Hmm, sure." He responded, without much emotion in his voice.


    When the driver pulled up beside Sherman and invited her to get in, Sherman refused him gracefully. Meanwhile, she stopped a


    cab and left.


    They only saw her straight back and up-tilted head as she left, but no one saw she had clenched her fists so hard that her nails


    were stuck in her palms.


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