Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 118

heap of Her 

Since things had come to this, Imogen tried her best to avoid contacting Troy in the company, Troy still invited her to his office for dinner as if nothing had happened. 

but 

Imogen sat on the sofa, and there was a full of her favorite food in front of her. Looking at Troy on the opposite, carefully helping her prepare forks and knives, Imogen suddenly had an impulse to ask him, “Is there any chance for us to get back together?” 

the But before she asked, Troy took the initiative to say, “Imogen, I’ve thought about the gossip on Internet. In fact, I thought about making our relationship public, but after it, Sarah will be their target. If so, she will never survive in this trade. Worse still, her reputation will be ruined. However, the heat of this gossip will not fade, it will only intensify, and it will lose control at that time…” 

“You don’t have to say it, I know.” 

The food in her mouth suddenly became as plain as chewing wax, and it was hard to swallow. At that moment, Imogen wondered what did she like about him? 

His humiliation and deceit all the time? 

She even had a glimmer of hope for him just now. 

She was so cheap! 

The office was in silence. 

Troy bit his lips, planning to say something more. 

But after a moment of silence, he didn’t say anything, and put down his forks with a frown, got up, and went to the bathroom. 

At this moment, the phone on the table rang. 

Imogen wanted to grab it to check but withdrew her hand when she thought of something, pretending not to hear it.. 

The phone automatically hung up when no one answered, and the ringtone rang again after two seconds, over and over again. 

It rang three times and finally stopped. 

When Troy came back, Imogen glanced at him. “Someone called you three times. It should be something urgent.” 

Troy walked to the table, picked up the phone, and asked casually, “Who?” 

Imogen cleaned up the takeaway garbage and answered, “I don’t know, I didn’t look at it.” 

Troy suddenly thought of something, paused, and looked at Imogen. 

Since that day, she never touched his cell phone again. 

The call came again. 

Troy saw the caller on the screen clearly. It was Ylah. 

He hung up the phone and helped Imogen with cleaning. 

Imogen glanced at him. “Why didn’t you answer it?” 

Troy remained silent. 

The secretary knocked on the door suddenly. “Mr. Marshall?” 

Chapter 118 So Cheap of Her 

“Come in.” 

The secretary opened the door and came in, holding the phone in his hand. “Mr. Marshall, Ms. Willy called me and insisted that you answer the phone, saying, Ms. Page…” 

Seeing that Imogen was also there, the secretary silenced abruptly and then glanced at Troy’s face, full of regret, so he hurriedly said, “I’ll reply to her right away…” 

But, somehow, the speaker was on, and Ylah’s voice came from the microphone, “Mr. Marshall! Hang up if you want to regret it for the rest of your life!” 

The air froze for a few seconds. 

The secretary turned pale and glanced at Troy secretly. 

Hearing this, Imogen guessed that the person who called Troy just now should also be Ylah. Fortunately, she didn’t touch Troy’s cell phone. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to explain. She looked at Troy. “Go ahead.” 

Since things had gone so far now, there was no need to pretend to be blind and cover it up. Troy paused, frowned, took the phone from the secretary, and walked to the window, asking in a calm voice, “What’s the matter?” 

The secretary cautiously stood aside, thinking to himself, “Mr. Marshall seems to be very afraid of Ms. Forbes…” 

On the other end of the phone, Ylah was anxious. “Mr. Marshall, I’m in the hospital now. It would be best if you came here quickly. Sarah is emotional…” 

Troy interrupted her, “Where’s the doctor?” 

“The doctor can’t do anything. Sarah doesn’t cooperate with the treatment at all now. Mr. Marshall, you have no idea how she made it through these days. Can you just show her some sympathy?” 

“It is her own body. She’doesn’t care about it. In the end, she is the one who suffers. Except for work, don’t trouble me with other things. Let her take care of herself.” 

After this, Troy hung up the phone, turned around, and found that Imogen was sitting quietly on 

the sofa. 

After the secretary went out, she asked, “Sarah is in the hospital? Why don’t you go and have a look?” 

“Do you want me to go?” 

Imogen felt that this was not a question of whether she wanted it but whether Sarah would give up 

or not. 

Sure enough, Ylah called again when the two were taking a lunch break in the lounge together. 

Troy answered the phone in the lounge. 

She heard Troy ask, “Has she used the sedative?” 

“Yes. It’s just that she has used it a lot recently, and Sarah’s body has become resistant to it, so it doesn’t have much effect.” 

“Why don’t you find a few more people to hold her down?” 

“Sarah has already scratched two doctors…” 

Troy was speechless. 

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After a while, Troy hung up the phone and looked at Imogen. 

Imogen propped herself up. Her eyes were clear and pure, shrugging indifferently. “Go to the hospital?” 

Looking into Imogen’s eyes, Troy gasped and explained, “Sarah cut her wrist and tried to commit suicide…” 

His voice lowered, knowing that explanation at this time would be powerless. 

It was just that he couldn’t just watch Sarah hurt herself because she was capable of anything when she was ill. 

“Well, I know.” Imogen nodded slightly. “Then go.” 

She guessed that Sarah was going to jump off the building, but it was not far from the fact. “Let’s go together. We had the deal. I won’t meet her alone again.” 

“If I go, Ms. Page will be more painful…” 

Troy stared at her without moving. 

“Okay.” Imogen sighed helplessly, got out of bed and put on her shoes, and straightened her clothes. 

They boarded a car heading to the hospital. 

Imogen leaned on her chair and looked at the street scene outside the window. She often did this when she was in the carriage with Troy alone recently. 

It was quiet in the car. 

Troy turned his head and looked at her profile as if he was afraid that she would get angry. He held her hand in his palm and rubbed it with his thumb softly with some kind of soothing emotion. He didn’t know whether he was soothing Imogen or himself.