"I understand, but I want to see her with my own eyes."
"Why?" Alex's voice grew cold. "I've already thanked you for your kindness to Claire. In what capacity does Mr. Greg need to see my wife?"
Josh fell silent at his words.
"Mr. Greg, Claire is my wife. She is my responsibility and obligation. Do you understand?"
Josh remained silent, his gaze lowered. What right did he have to see Claire now? He didn't even have the courage to stand in front of her.
Seeing Josh's desolate expression, a surge of anger suddenly rose within Alex. He reached out, grabbed Josh's shoulder, pinned him against the wall, and said coldly, "Josh, I don't care what feelings you have for Claire. Maybe she doesn't love me, but she is my wife now." Alex's voice was deliberate, each word a declaration.
Josh looked up, a mocking smile curving his lips. "Alex, everyone knows this. You don't need to repeat it to me." Alex's face shifted at the remark.
