"Then let's set a date to get things done." Grace Gordon said indifferently, and stepped into the elevator before Lewis Yale.
Lewis Yale felt suffocated, unable to breathe or speak.
However, watching Grace Gordon's thinning back as she walked away, he felt a sense of loss.
After being married for so long, Grace had never mentioned the word divorce, and the first time she said it... it was so decisive.
Grace knocked on the door, and Shane Sim, who was wearing a hospital gown and leaning on a crutch, turned his head from the window with a smile and said, "I saw you park the car just now. Why did it take you so long to come up?"
Grace walked in, "I ran into an... acquaintance."
"I see!" Shane's eyes sparkled with a clever smile as he poured a glass of water for Grace. "Have a seat."
Grace sat down on the sofa, took the water with a word of thanks, but instead of drinking it, she placed it on the tea table.
