---- Chapter 70 "You can get lost too. I don't want to see you. You two might as well get divorced and leave me with Wendy," Robert snarked. James couldn't help but smirk at that. "Come again?" Robert's face reddened with anger. "I'm not joking. Let me live with Wendy. You clearly don't appreciate a good woman. I'll help her screen her next husband myself." That finally struck a nerve, and James' brow tightened slightly. "She wants to get remarried?" he asked.

He immediately assumed Wendy had said something to Robert, and that thought irritated him to no end. But the moment the words left his mouth, Robert's expression changed completely. "What do you mean by that? Why are you even worried about her remarrying? Wait... are you two divorced?" Each question hit like a hammer, and James stood there, speechless. Robert's sharp gaze locked onto him like a hawk eyeing its prey. "No. You're overthinking it. We already have a child.

Divorce isn't an option," James quickly said. ---- He glanced at the time. "You should rest. I'll bring Ethan to see you this afternoon." He turned, avoiding Robert's gaze. Robert didn't try to stop him. He just spoke one last time, his voice heavy with meaning. "Wendy isn't as tough as she seems. James, you're my grandson-I know you.

If you don't want to lose her, then you'd better be the one to back down." James paused at the door, hesitating for a second before mumbling a reply and walking off. He hadn't wanted Robert to know about the divorce as it would only worry him. But clearly, Robert had already sensed something wasn't right. After leaving the room, James didn't leave the hospital. Instead, he went to look for Wendy.

She had been out of the house for a while now, and though he wouldn't admit it out loud, he had to face it-he wasn't used to not seeing her at home. Then, he overheard two nurses chatting up ahead. "T heard Dr. Hendrix is booking Dr. Sanders' plane tickets. She's going abroad next month." "That's amazing. She's already so talented. This kind of opportunity will only take her career to the next level." 'The moment he heard that, only one person came to mind- ---- Wendy.

Even though there were other doctors with the same last name at the hospital , he just knew they were talking about her. He was about to ask when the nurses turned a corner and disappeared into a patient's room. His gaze darkened. Without saying a word, he headed upstairs and found her office. It was a slow afternoon, and there weren't many patients. He waited outside until the last one walked out, then stepped in.

"Where does it hurt?" she asked, not looking up as the door clicked shut behind him. Her eyes stayed on the chart in front of her. When the lock slid into place with a soft click, she finally raised her head. "James," she said, frowning slightly. "What are you doing here?" Her office wasn't like the rest of the hospital -if a patient came in with an emergency, even a second of delay could mean the difference between life and death.

She stood up and walked over, clearly annoyed, reaching for the door. But before she could open it, his cold voice cut through the air behind her. "You didn't tell me you were going abroad."