Chapter 909: It Better Be Half My Net Worth

Chloe Reed was in a daze for a moment. She thought his eyes had healed, but upon closer inspection, those dark pupils still lacked focus. He had merely been looking down, and their gazes had simply happened to meet.

Her long eyelashes fluttered as she gathered her thoughts, and she promptly pushed him away.

"The divorce agreement is right here. I’ll read the terms to you. If you have no objections, then sign it."

She had already walked over to the desk, picked up the divorce papers, and opened them to read the terms inside.

But Walker Grant’s voice rang out, carrying a helpless smile. "I can’t see. How am I supposed to sign it?"

"I can guide your hand," Chloe said. "The lawyer said that’s acceptable."

Walker Grant turned around slowly. He was already very familiar with the study. Finding the sofa, he sat down, the smile completely disappearing from his tone. "It seems you’ve prepared quite thoroughly."

Chloe ignored him and began reading the terms of the divorce agreement. Walker Grant didn’t interrupt her again, listening intently.

A few minutes later, Chloe said, "That covers everything. Do you have anything to add?"

Walker Grant looked up, facing her direction. Whenever he did this, it always gave her the illusion that his eyesight had returned and that he was gazing earnestly at her.

"Leaving with nothing? We’ve been married for so many years, and I hurt you so much in the past. Don’t you think choosing to leave empty-handed is a bit inappropriate?" he voiced his doubts. "You should be asking me for compensation—preferably half of my assets. That’s the only way to make up for the pain and sorrow you endured."

"I don’t need it," Chloe said flatly. "Just sign it."

She didn’t need it? Did that mean she didn’t want anything of his, and didn’t want to be entangled with him anymore? Why? Why was she being so heartless?

Walker Grant sensed her coldness and alienation, all of which had surfaced in such a short amount of time. Unable to hold back any longer, he asked, "Chloe, why are you being so decisive? Is someone out there putting ideas into your head?"

Hearing this, Chloe furrowed her beautiful brows. "What nonsense are you spouting? Wasn’t the divorce agreed upon a long time ago? I simply moved the timeline up."

"No... that’s not it," Walker Grant said, shaking his head. "We did agree to it from the beginning, but you weren’t this resolute back then. You were soft. You felt bad for me, and you even felt guilty. But now... I can’t feel any emotion from you towards me anymore. Why? Did I do something to upset you?"

Chloe’s tone grew even colder. "Walker Grant, I don’t want to keep going in circles about this. We’ve argued back and forth over the divorce so many times already. It’s pointless."

"It’s not." Walker Grant stubbornly demanded an answer.

How could it be pointless? She had clearly softened up. As long as his eyes remained unhealed, she would stay by his side, keeping him company and taking care of him... What had changed her mind? What had caused her to retract all her sympathy? He certainly had to figure it out.

"You..." Chloe gripped the divorce agreement tightly.

She thought he had already prepared himself, considering how indifferent he had acted before. She never expected him to get so hung up on this matter now. She frowned, staring at his face. He had lost some weight, making his features appear even more sculpted, and that stubborn emotion lingered heavily between his brows.