Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

Nathaniel Monroe: ”...”

He took a deep breath and said, ”I’m sending you a screenshot of Chloe’s post. A lot of people in our circle have seen it. You should probably explain what’s going on.”

After he hung up, a photo appeared in his chat window.

He opened it. It was Chloe Reed’s post.

Seeing the text she’d written and the picture she’d posted, Walker Grant’s sharp brows furrowed deeply.

The lines of his handsome face tightened, and a cold chill began to emanate from him.

”Walker, my sister has misunderstood us,” Sunny Reed said, walking over with her phone. ”Posting something like that will just make people laugh at us. I should go explain things to her.”

A muscle in Walker Grant’s brow twitched violently.

Even Sunny Reed could see her post.

But he couldn’t.

’She blocked me?’

Walker Grant instinctively rejected the idea.

’There’s no way she would block me.’

’She loves me too much for that.’

He turned off his phone screen and said to Sunny Reed, ”Take good care of Noah. Don’t let what happened last night happen again, or you can forget about raising him.”

The color drained from Sunny Reed’s face. ”I know. I was just too anxious. I thought I saw my... my biological father.”

Walker Grant wasn’t concerned with her affairs.

He turned to Madam Grant and said, ”Grandma, I’m leaving now.”

”Noah still wants to play with you. Stay and keep him company for a little while longer,” Madam Grant said, trying to convince him to stay.

But Walker Grant said coldly, ”No TV and no toys for the rest of the day. Go practice your calligraphy.”

Madam Grant froze. ”Walker, what are you doing?”

Walker Grant’s dark, piercing eyes landed on Noah Grant’s small face. ”He’s learned to lie. He needs to be punished.”

But Madam Grant retorted, ”He’s just a child, what does he know? Walker, don’t be like that wife of yours, squabbling with a little kid.”

”Grandma,” Walker Grant’s tone grew heavy. ”If I’m supposed to be looking after Noah, then disciplining him is also my responsibility. Education has to start young. It’ll be too late when he’s older.”

His attitude was grave, his tone tinged with a chill, and the stern expression on his face made him all the more intimidating.

When had Noah Grant ever seen his uncle like this?

He was so frightened that he immediately shrank back into Madam Grant’s arms.

But Walker Grant just looked at him. ”Go upstairs and practice your calligraphy. Have the nanny send me a photo of each completed page. If I’m not satisfied, you’ll keep writing.”

The rims of Noah Grant’s eyes reddened, and he was on the verge of tears.

But under Walker Grant’s stare, he choked back his tears, not daring to cry.

He obediently climbed off the sofa and headed upstairs.

Madam Grant sighed but said no more.

’What if she angered Walker and he refused to look after Noah anymore?’

Walker Grant turned and walked away, his tall, straight back disappearing into the distance.

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Chloe Reed walked down the street like a zombie.

Her face was pale from the pain in her knee, but she had no intention of stopping.

’Pain is the only way to learn a lesson.’

’A reminder of what the man she’d loved for eight years was really like.’

Her phone kept ringing. Finally, she answered it numbly. It was Charles Reed’s furious voice. ”Chloe Reed, have you no shame? What is this about ’they finally got their happy ending’? That’s your husband! By posting this, are you trying to ruin the reputations of the Grant family and the Reed family?!”

Autumn Linton’s soft, placating voice could be heard. ”Don’t take your anger out on our daughter. She’s suffering, too.”

”Suffering? She’s just being dramatic! Julian Grant is dead, so what’s wrong with Walker Grant taking care of his own nephew? How can she be so petty?” Charles Reed snorted.

Then, he issued a command. ”Delete that post. If you don’t, I’ll cut off your credit cards. You’re getting more and more out of control!”