Chapter 900: Divorce Agreement

Walker Grant sensed the change in her. He wasn’t entirely oblivious; he had felt it from the moment she began taking the initiative to approach Preston Vance, from the moment she started ignoring his feelings.

Sitting on the bed, his hands tightened slightly over the quilt, wrinkling the fabric in his grip. His voice grew increasingly hoarse. "Didn’t we agree to wait until my eyes recovered before getting a divorce?"

"There is nothing wrong with your eyes anymore," Chloe Reed said coldly. "Both Fiona and the doctor have confirmed it. You just have a mental block, which is why your vision hasn’t returned. But as for what that emotional hurdle is, Walker, you have to overcome it on your own."

She lowered her gaze slightly, shifting her line of sight away from his handsome face. Her tone carried an even stronger sense of alienation. "I wanted a divorce from the very beginning, but you did everything in your power to stop me. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Can’t you feel that?"

Walker’s breath hitched. It felt as though an invisible hand had clamped down on his heart. The suffocating pain made it hard to breathe. A dull ache began to throb in his eyes again, and he furrowed his brows, squeezing them shut.

"Chloe..."

He called her name in near futility.

Chloe, however, stood up and walked toward the door. "You have to overcome your mental block yourself. I can’t help you."

She was so incredibly cold, leaving the master bedroom without a single backward glance. Walker’s back hunched slightly as he pressed his hands against his eye sockets in agony.

"Why does it hurt so much?" he thought.

It felt as if someone were slowly shattering his bones, piece by piece.

"Chloe, it hurts so much," he murmured painfully. But aside from his own heavy breathing, there were no other sounds in the room.

Chloe went straight to the guest room. She began drafting the divorce agreement. Staring at the words on the document, she fell into a slight daze.

After experiencing so much and surviving so many life-or-death situations together, it seemed as though everything had returned to square one.

Her gaze landed on the other side of the screen, where a photo of her and Iris Yates was displayed. In the picture, they were both smiling brightly at the camera, making cute gestures. Iris had looked so radiant and full of life.

But now, Iris was forced to stay by that lunatic’s side, stripped of her friends, family, and freedom.

Chloe felt heartbroken. Her eyes stung and turned red. She tried her best to suppress her emotions, fighting to calm herself down.

The divorce agreement was quickly drafted. She reviewed it carefully to ensure there were no issues, then immediately contacted her lawyer.

The lawyer suggested they meet the next day so he could add a few more points, and Chloe agreed.

The next day.

She headed straight out to meet with the lawyer. The lawyer frowned slightly when he saw the clause about leaving the marriage with nothing.

He looked at her and asked, "Mrs. Grant, are you truly willing to walk away with nothing?"

"Yes," Chloe replied. "I don’t want anything. I just want to divorce him."

The lawyer nodded. "Understood."

After everything was finalized, she took the divorce agreement back to Jardinelle, but Walker wasn’t there.

"He went back to the Grant Family Estate," Fiona Linton told her. "He said he’d be back later."

She looked curiously at the folder in Chloe’s hand. "What’s that?"

"A divorce agreement," Chloe said.

Fiona had been eating fruit. At those words, her expression paused, and a complicated look entered her eyes. She put her fork down, grabbed Chloe’s hand, and asked seriously, "Chloe, have you thought this through? Do you really want to divorce him right now?"