I Married the President
Chapter 195: Let’s Get a Divorce
With that said, the attending physician looked down at the silent Adrian Quincy. "Mr. Quincy, you’re her husband. You need to be more careful going forward. Try not to let her get too emotional, and she should avoid any strenuous exercise for a while.
Her condition is tricky. There’s nothing seriously wrong with her heart itself; it’s mainly psychological. You should really take her to see a therapist for some counseling. It would be good for her physical health, too."
The attending physician had said so much his mouth was dry, but Adrian Quincy remained silent.
"Mr. Quincy?"
"I understand," Adrian Quincy finally said.
The attending physician quickly added, "And about the bill she owes our hospital from two years ago..."
"I’ll settle it all at once. Now, get out."
"Okay, I’m leaving."
The attending physician left, leaving the husband and wife alone in the hospital room.
Claire Sinclair slowly opened her eyes, her gaze landing on the man’s somber, handsome face.
In truth, she had heard everything the doctor said. She just hadn’t wanted to face the person she was two years ago, so she had kept her eyes closed. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
’I can’t believe it. After two years, I’m still the same. How pathetic.’
Not wanting to waste any more words on him, she got straight to the point. "Let’s get a divorce."
Adrian Quincy instinctively tightened his grip on her hand. "Claire, I can’t."
"It doesn’t matter if we don’t file the paperwork. I’m not going back to you either way. From now on, we go our separate ways. It would be best if we never meet again."
"Is this the only way you’ll forgive me?"
Claire Sinclair gave a humorless laugh. "You haven’t done anything to wrong me, so don’t talk like that. I’ve thought things over, and I’m more comfortable on my own. I can do whatever I want without killing myself every day to chase after someone I can never catch. It’s much better this way, don’t you think?"
Adrian Quincy was silent.
"Mr. Quincy, if you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as a yes." As she spoke, Claire Sinclair sat up and reached for the IV needle in her hand.
Adrian Quincy grabbed her reckless hands, his voice deep. "You can’t be discharged yet."
"I have to get back to my military training. I can’t waste time here."
"The doctor said you’re not supposed to do any strenuous activity for now."
"He’s talking nonsense. I can run for ages and be perfectly fine."
"Claire, I’m sorry."
Claire Sinclair couldn’t stand his endless apologies and snapped, "Can you please stop apologizing to me? It’s getting on my nerves."
Adrian Quincy immediately fell silent.
Claire Sinclair twisted her hands, wrenching them free from his grasp. She scrambled to a spot just out of his reach before speaking again. "If I don’t finish the military training, people will look down on me. You have to let me go back."
"It doesn’t matter anymore." Adrian Quincy suddenly spoke, looking up to meet her gaze. "Claire, as long as you’re safe and healthy, the training isn’t important. You don’t have to go back."
"This is my own business—"
Before she could finish, Adrian Quincy cut her off. "I was the one who had Henry Hartwell arrange the military training."
If he had known her heart had stopped before, he never would have let her set foot in that place.
Thankfully, nothing had happened to her over the past few days.
Claire Sinclair was speechless.
’Did this guy have nothing better to do?’
’Work at the newspaper was busy enough, and he still had to throw me into that place to be humiliated. What on earth were his ’good intentions’ supposed to be?’
’Heh... How boring. How dull. Whatever.’
Claire Sinclair drew her knees to her chest, her gaze drifting lazily out the window. "Mr. Quincy, you should just go home. I’m sure your family is waiting for an explanation from you. As for me... I don’t need you anymore."
"Claire..."
"I’ll pay you back for the medical bills. The apartment you bought in my name—I’m not living there anymore. Just give me my computer back, and we can pretend we never even met."