Chapter 545


    However, that was no longer necessary now...


    I was happy to be able to achieve what I had achieved so far and did not let Matthew down.


    Thinking about Matthew, my mood was not as good anymore. In order to stop thinking about him, I


    asked the secretary to bring in the documents that I needed t o go through. Only by keeping myself


    busy would I be able to stop myself from overthinking.


    I worked all the way till noon and remembered what Miss Woods said. I then gave Carlson a call.


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    I proposed to have a meal with him, and we agreed to meet at a famous Italian restaurant.


    There was traffic getting from thepany to the restaurant. He had been waiting for a very long


    time when I arrived.


    I took my seat and said apologetically, "I''m sorry, Dad. There was traffic on my way here."


    Carlson burst outughing. "Don''t you think you''re treating me like a stranger by talking to me like


    that? As a father, what''s wrong with waiting a little longer for my daughter?"


    I smiled. "Alright, alright. I won’t say that again."


    After ordering the food, I finally said the things I had been thinking about on my way here. "Dad, if


    we follow the rules, then I should go home to celebrate New Year''s this year, but a good friend of


    mine passed away some time ago and she left a child in Salt City. The child is still very young and


    can''t stand cold winter days, so I n to go back to Salt City to celebrate New Year''s this year."


    Carlson smiled. "The Schumans aren''t bound by that many rules. You can celebrate New Year''s


    wherever you want to. I won''t be mad if you don’t celebrate at home. Besides, since she was your


    best friend, it''s only right for you to go over and visit the young child she left behind."


    I breathed a sigh of relief. "I’m d you’re not mad about it. I was worried that you would be


    unhappy, so I hesitated for a very long time before telling you this."


    "This is just a trivial matter. As for you and Theo..." Carlson paused for a moment before continuing,


    "Is there something wrong between the two of you?"


    I subconsciously shook my head to deny it. "No, we''re pretty good."


    Carlson frowned. "My child, a married couple is bound together by love. You can''t just think about


    getting a divorce when you argue or have a conflict. Marriage isn''t a game."


    After a pause, he continued, "You can’t say that you''re notpatible just because you have


    different


    personalities. There are no perfectlypatible couples in this world. The so-calledpatibility is


    the result of a couple''s hard work. Besides, Theo is a very outstanding man. It''s hard to find


    outstanding men like him now. You should cherish him.”


    I chose to listen to his words not because he was my family but also because his words made


    sense.


    Compatibility and ipatibility. Just because two people were ipatible, was that to say that


    they were not suitable for each other?


    I thought about this question some time ago but was never able to give myself an answer. Carlson


    had answered that for me now.


    I picked up my cup and took a sip of water. "I''ll listen t o you."


    Carlson nodded. "I''m d to hear that."


    "How are the Louises doing, Dad?" I asked.


    Carlson smiled. "I can tell that Grayson has no ns of touching you. It''s strange. Judging from his


    violent temper, he should be trying to teach you a lesson by now."


    I thought it was strange too.


    Why?


    Did Grayson and Petra have bigger schemes?


    Everything was unknown at the moment. I should be o n my guard.


    However, I was not afraid even if they wanted to retaliate against me. The worst that could happen


    was dying, and death was thest thing I was afraid of at the moment.


    Carlson still had work to finish in the afternoon. I did not go back to the office after lunch.


    I went to the supermarket for grocery shopping before driving to the Nietzsches'' ce.


    I chatted with Jeshua and left when it was almost five o''clock.


    When I returned to the vi, I walked in and saw Theo sitting on the sofa watching TV. I felt a little


    surprised.


    I did not want to go over and talk to him after what had happenedst night. It was not because I


    was angry but because I did not know how tomunicate with him.


    I went directly upstairs to my room.


    "So you went to the Nietzsches'' ce today and are nning to go to the cemetery to see Matthew


    tomorrow?"


    Theo''s cold voice rang out behind me. I was startled and turned around to look at him


    discontentedly. " You''re really well-informed, Mr. Grant."


    He had sent someone to follow me, and I was aware of that. However, being aware and hearing it


    from him were twopletely different things.


    Theo ignored my statement and said, "When do you n to go and visit him? Should I ask


    someone to buy a car full of flowers so it’ll seem grander?"


    Those words sounded off no matter how I listened to them. I took a deep breath and tried my best


    not to sound that mad because I did not want to argue with him.


    "Theo, I won''t interfere in your affairs so don''t interfere in mine. That way, we can also live in


    peace."


    Arguing with him was a waste of time and energy, hence it waspletely unnecessary.


    Fortunately, Theo did not continue, nor did he stop me from going to the bathroom.


    After taking a shower, I went downstairs to have my meal.


    Theo did note downstairs to eat. I could not care less about him. He was not going to let


    himself starve t o death anyway.


    After eating, I went upstairs and looked at the time. It was still early and there was nothing much to


    do, so I asked Miss Zuri to find me a suitcase. I wanted to pack for my journey to Salt City.


    When Theo came back from the study and saw me packing my suitcase, his expression


    immediately turned sullen. He walked over and snatched the clothes from my hands.


    I stared coldly at him.


    He tossed the clothes on the floor. "Wanda Lane, if you want to leave, then you should at least


    inform me first. Don''t you think you''re too uneducated?"


    My head hurt from his yelling and I got up while saying indifferently, "Theo Grant, there is no point


    arguing with each other. It''ll only make our rtionship worse."


    After a pause, I continued, "I told you earlier. We need t o separate and cool off. After we’ve calmed


    down, we need to think if it''s necessary to go on. If yes, then we need to sit down and discuss how


    we’re going to get along in the future. If not, then we should just break u p on good terms.”


    "Do you want to get a divorce that badly?”


    Theopletely ignored what I said.


    "Am I not kind enough to you? I think I am. I''ve fulfilled my duty as a husband."


    After a pause, he said in a mocking tone, "Or perhaps you think that you can find someone better


    than me now that you''re the Schumans'' daughter?"


    He was simply unreasonable!


    I took a deep breath. "Theo, can you please reflect on yourself before you condemn me? Tell me,


    what am I supposed to do? I gave in and came home with youst night but you gave me the cold


    shoulder. I suggested we separate for a period of time but you insist that I want to divorce so badly.


    What should I do to make you happy?" 8