Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

Fiona Linton didn’t want to hear him ramble on, so she immediately held up a hand to cut him off. ”You work like a robot. It’s obvious you’re single. Forget it, forget it. I’m not asking you. It’d be pointless anyway.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

Dylan Finch’s expression stiffened. He slowly lowered his hand, composed himself, and then knocked on the door to the hospital room.

As Dylan Finch delivered his report, Chloe Reed sat nearby, listening in. It quickly became clear to her that even though Walker Grant couldn’t see, he still had a lot to deal with.

Even being hospitalized hadn’t lightened his workload much.

She pursed her lips, a pang of bitterness welling up inside her.

Dylan Finch glanced at Chloe Reed, then continued, ”Additionally, the business arrangements for the seaside property are as follows...”

His speech was deliberately slow.

Walker Grant turned toward Chloe Reed and said, ”Chloe, I’d like some coffee.”

At his words, Chloe Reed frowned. She picked up her phone and typed, ”Are you allowed to have coffee?”

Walker Grant said, ”Why don’t you ask Doctor Linton?”

”Mm.”

Chloe Reed stood and left the room.

Quick on the uptake, Nathaniel Monroe walked over, closed the door, and stood guard outside to prevent anyone from entering.

Walker Grant turned toward Dylan Finch. ”Go on.”

Dylan Finch lowered his voice. ”We received a message from Mr. Quinn. The Holloway Family is currently fighting over a project. The children have been using all sorts of schemes, and none of them have come out of it unscathed. Also, Vera Holloway has left Breyburn. She shouldn’t be showing up around here again anytime soon.”

Walker Grant grunted in acknowledgment. ”And what’s the word from Lucas Shaw?”

A complicated look appeared in Dylan Finch’s eyes. He hesitated for a moment before replying, ”President Shaw said provoking the Holloway Family is too risky. He said he’s only got one life and isn’t willing to gamble it...”

In truth, there was one part of the message he’d left out, knowing Mr. Grant would be furious if he heard it.

Lucas Shaw, in his typically cavalier way, had put it bluntly: ”Chloe Reed isn’t my damn woman. Why should I stick my neck out for her? Walker Grant doesn’t value his own life, but I sure as hell value mine. I haven’t earned enough money yet, and I don’t have a death wish.”

And to be honest, Dylan Finch thought he had a point.

He cast a complicated glance at Walker Grant.

’Ever since Chloe Reed’s life became dangerous, Mr. Grant has just been accumulating new injuries on top of old ones. He’s never been completely okay!’

’And now, he can’t even see.’

Dylan Finch couldn’t help but wonder, ’Can love really make a man this blind?’

”Offer him more money. Keep raising the price until he’s satisfied.”

Just then, Walker Grant’s icy voice cut through the silence.

Dylan Finch flinched. Forcing himself to speak, he said, ”Mr. Grant, perhaps we should put this on hold for a while? We can pick it up again once your eyes have recovered.”

But Walker Grant countered, ”We take advantage of the chaos in the Holloway Family and add to their problems. That will keep them from paying any attention to things back here. An opportunity like this won’t come again.”

”...Yes, sir.”

KNOCK, KNOCK!

At that moment, a knock came from the door.

Dylan Finch fell silent at once, his gaze snapping to the door.

Nathaniel Monroe opened the door. Fiona Linton stood there and asked quizzically, ”Why’s the door shut in the middle of the day? Are you two in here plotting something shady?”

Chloe Reed was right behind her, a similar flicker of confusion in her clear eyes.

Walker Grant replied, ”Trade secrets. If anyone were to overhear, I’d lose hundreds of billions.”

Fiona Linton was left speechless!

’So, was three hundred million just chump change to a guy like Walker Grant?’

”What are you doing here?”

Nathaniel Monroe asked.

Fiona Linton said, ”I heard someone wanted coffee? You think you have it too easy right now, is that it?”