Chapter 221
Sharon felt a quiet warmth bloom in her chest.
Lately, Matty had been sticking to her like a shadow. Wherever she went, he wanted to follow.
The next morning, she tried calling Carter again. Still no answer.
She stared at the messages she’d sent him.
[Carter, when are we getting divorced?]
[You promised me we’d get the divorce. Are you going back on your word?]
[Carter, do your words mean nothing? Are you even a man?]
[Do you even want this divorce or not?]
Not a single reply.
Her finger swiped upward by accident, scrolling to the earlier part of the chat. Those messages, too, were mostly one-sided.
The few responses she had gotten from him were short, indifferent: “Mm.” “Okay.” “Busy.” “Got it.”
And every time he said he’d call her back, he followed through maybe two out of ten times.
What a liar.
No-he wasn’t a liar to the world. He just never kept his word with her.
She had barely put the phone down when it rang again.
It was her lawyer.
“Sharon, the court has officially accepted your divorce petition. Mr. Biggs should be notified shortly after the holiday. You’re not planning to withdraw the case, are you?”
“No,” Sharon replied.
“Good. If there are any changes on your end, be sure to let me know right away.”
After hanging up, she let out a long breath.
Good thing she’d prepared in advance. Otherwise, she might have gotten played by Carter yet again.
Still, this wasn’t going to be over quickly. It was going to be a long war of attrition.
Sharon brought Matty with her to Uriah’s clinic.
The place was quiet, unusually so-no patients, no one waiting for prescriptions. Matty’s eyes widened.
“Sharon, are you sure this is the place?”
She nodded. “Yeah. This is it.”
He looked around, puzzled. “But didn’t Mr. Malcolm say he was super busy lately and short on help?”
Sharon found it strange, too.
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Chapter 221
Back when she used to help out, there were always a few people in line, even on slow days.
But today, the whole place felt deserted.
Not long after they stepped inside, Uriah emerged from the back room, carrying a few herbs.
“You’re here,” he said, setting the herbs down on the table. His eyes dropped to the boy standing beside Sharon. “So this is the kid you were talking about?”
Sharon nodded.
A small smile tugged at the old man’s lips. “Not bad. Honestly, more likable than your own son.”
Uriah had always been blunt, a sharp tongue paired with a soft heart. Sharon didn’t take offense.
“Matty, come say hello to Mr. Malcolm.”
Matty’s voice was sweet and polite. “Hello, Mr. Malcolm! Sharon talks about you all the time-she says you’re kind and wise.”
He handed over a small bag. “These are some snacks Sharon and I made for you. Mine might not be as good as hers, so please don’t mind if they’re not perfect.”
“You’re a good kid. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you.” Uriah squinted with pleasure. None of his own grandkids were this thoughtful or well-mannered.
Despite his age, Uriah had a sharp palate and a picky appetite. Most food didn’t satisfy him. It had taken Sharon ages to figure out how to cook to his taste.
She asked, “Uriah, didn’t you say the clinic was too busy lately? Why’s it so empty today?”
He waved a hand dismissively. “They haven’t shown up yet. But by the looks of the time, they’ll be here any minute.”
No sooner had he said it than footsteps echoed from outside.
And then a stunned voice-
“Sharon? What are you doing here?!”
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