Chapter 6
The room became completely silent and my heart started to tremble without warning. I was also curious to hear how James would respond.
“Matthew asked me to take good care of you before he died…”
When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse.
“Is that really the only reason?”
Wendy quickly turned her head and spoke without thinking.
“I know you and I went to the same high school. Do you like-”
“Wendy!” James frowned and cut her off sharply.
“Don’t say things like that.”
“I’ve been taking care of you because of my brother. That’s all.”
Wendy realized she had said something wrong and left quickly with a pale face. After she left, James cleaned up the broken bowl on the floor and closed the door again. Then, he sat down on the ground and clenched his fists tightly.
I zoomed in on the screen and clearly saw what he was holding. It was a blessed amulet. James had been in poor health for some time, so I once came to meet the Pope in the Vatican to ask him to bless this amulet for James.
After giving it to him as a gift, I rarely saw him wearing it. I used to think it was because he wore formal clothes often and the amulet didn’t match. But after the car accident, I realized maybe he didn’t wear it because it wasn’t from someone he loved.
So what was this now? A delayed show of care? I couldn’t stand watching this anymore. I turned off the surveillance feed and sent a message to my lawyer.
[Mr. Johnson, has the divorce agreement been delivered to me?]
The lawyer, Mr. Andrew Johnson replied quickly.
[I contacted Mr. Worthington. He said he wants to meet you in person. Negotiations are still in progress. His attitude is quite firm.]
At the same time, my phone vibrated.
It was a message from James.
[Bianca, I’ll come to the hospital to see you tomorrow.]
[Five years together. You can’t just end it like this without talking to me.]
I didn’t want to respond. I just sent a short message.
[I’m not in London.]
After that, I went to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I saw that James had sent many messages and had called dozens of times.
“Bianca, where are you? I’ll come find you.”
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“When did you leave? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You can’t treat me like this.”
“I want to see you.”
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I didn’t reply. I went to work as usual. During my lunch break, the receptionist from downstairs called.
“Miss Adams, someone is here to see you.”
I went down in confusion and saw James.
He stood at the entrance of the company. He still looked handsome, though his eyes showed signs of tiredness. In the cold early winter of the north, he wore a wool coat over an apricot–colored sweater.
I recognized that sweater. I had bought it for him right after we got married. He only wore it for one winter and then stored it away. When I asked him about it back then, he said he
didn’t want to ruin it.
Surprisingly, the scarf Wendy knitted for everyone in the family, he wore that every winter Back then, I didn’t think much of it. But now, I believed it was because he liked Wendy.
My emotions were mixed, but I still walked over to him.
“Why are you here?”
Honestly, I didn’t expect James to come all the way to Oslo. He disliked changes in his life and hated going to unfamiliar places. Most importantly, he didn’t love me anymore. So, why would he come?
“Bianca, let’s talk.”
James reached out and tried to hold my arm, but as soon as I felt the warmth of his palm, I pushed him away. He looked surprised and for a moment, there was even pain in his eyes.
