Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 Ninety–nine Things a Father–to–be Should Know 

Three days later, Imogen was discharged from the hospital. 

Troy carried her into the car. When they arrived at the villa, he carried her all the way to the main bedroom, not letting her feet touch the ground. 

Two days later, she removed the gauze on her face. 

The swelling on her face was gone, with only three dark red scabs left. 

One of them was at the cheekbones, very close to the eye. 

Troy touched her little face and tried his best to comfort her, “It’s okay. There will be no scars once healed.” 

He would find the best sear removal medicine and equipment for her. 

But she appeared to be quite calm about this as if she didn’t care. 

She surely cared about her look. She just knew that there were usually few scars left when the wounds on her body healed. When the scabs fell off, the newly grown skin would be slightly tenderer and paler, which could be covered with foundation and concealer, 

“I want to visit my father.” She raised her head, looked at him, and said. 

“Okay. I’ll go with you.” 

Before going out, she put on a mask to completely cover her face. 

He carried her into the car, and when they arrived at the cemetery, he took out a wheelchair from the trunk, carried her onto it, and pushed the wheelchair into the cemetery. They stopped in front of Ignacio’s tombstone. 

At this moment, the tomb had been fully repaired without any trace of damage. 

“Father, I’m sorry. I haven’t been a good daughter. I couldn’t let you rest in peace.” 

She placed the flowers in front of the tomb, stretched out her fingers, and lightly stroked the words on the tombstone, her eyes filled with tears. 

“I dreamed of you not long ago. I dreamed that in the small courtyard of my hometown, I was doing homework under the tree, and you were preparing food in the kitchen…” 

“I wish I could stay in the dream forever and watch you grow old…” 

Standing behind her, Troy watched her doing all this. 

He understood that she had grown up in a single–parent family and was extremely dependent on 

her father. 

However, he thought of the paternity test report and Sarah’s words. 

If she knew that the man she had loved and relied on the most was not her biological father and that her biological father was someone else, she might not be able to accept it. 

Bill died at just the right time because he would never pester her again. 

It’s best to keep this secret forever. Imogen should never find out about it. 

Samara had been arrested and was about to be put in jail soon. Since she didn’t tell her the secret that night, she wouldn’t have the chance again. 

Ethan was easy to deal with. He wouldn’t dare to offend Troy. 

There was only Sarah Teft… 

Back home, Imogen wanted to go to the third floor. 

There was a lumber room on the third floor, where things that were rarely used were stored. 

Everything left by her father was all there. 

Troy went up with her in his arms. 

“I want to stay by myself for a while.” She said in a low voice. 

He turned and left without saying a word. 

But he soon came back and gave her the wheelchair so that she could move freely. He said, “Call me when you want to get down.” 

“Okay.” 

“Imogen, the doctor said that pregnant women should maintain a nice mood, which is good for the baby.” 

He didn’t want her to be saddened by the memories of the past. 

“I know.“” 

He turned around and went downstairs. 

She turned the wheelchair and entered the lumber room. 

The car accident at the time had really caught her off guard. 

Within seconds, she lost her father. 

It was just an ordinary Saturday, and Ignacio was heading to the newspaper office to do extra work. He was working on a case. On his way to the office, he took Imogen to the city library. 

The moment before the car accident, they were still talking and laughing. 

He said that he would pick her up at noon to have lunch outside and asked her what she would like to eat. 

She didn’t want to have lunch outside. 

She wanted to eat the grilled fish he made. 

But before those words were uttered, the big truck came from the front. 

Then there was a loud bang. 

Soon, the world became quiet. 

Before losing consciousness, she saw him turning the steering wheel to the right, completely exposing himself to the truck, and protecting her with his body… 

When she woke up, she found herself all alone. 

After the incident, reporters rushed to report, and with the help of Henry and many other kind–hearted people, the funeral and memorial for her father were well organized. 

During that time, she did everything in a daze like a marionette. 

Ignacio’s death took place so suddenly that she could barely believe it. She couldn’t even cry. A long time later, when she came home from school on a Friday evening, she passed a grilled fish restaurant on the way and watched people coming and going through the glass window. 

At that moment, she somehow froze there. When she came back to her senses, she found her face 

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Only then did she realize that her father had left. 

He had left her forever! 

After being adopted by the Marshall family, she often came to the small house where they had lived to memorialize him. 

Later, the place was about to be demolished, so she packed up her father’s belongings and brought them back. 

She burned all his clothes and brought back some daily necessities, books, and notebooks. Every item reminded her of him. 

This metal lighter was badly frayed around the edges. When he was tired and sleepy writing manuscripts at his desk late at night, he would use it to light cigarettes. 

This camera was a classic “SE“, which was a popular camera brand. He would take it with him every time he went to work, using it to photograph and record. 

The stack of magazines and the newspapers in folders contained manuscripts published by him. And the boxes of negatives and photo albums were all collected by him during the reports. The notebook at hand was full of writing. He often used it to make drafts. There were words everywhere in the book. Every word was written by him. Every word was an embodiment of his diligence. 

His handwriting was very neat, and he rarely altered it. It was as neat as the answer sheet for the 

SAT. 

His most famous article was the follow–up report on the food additive case. She had read the original manuscript of this article over and over again, remembering every word clearly. 

She even compared it with the published final draft to deliberate on her father’s idea when he was modifying some words and sentences. 

The last draft of the notebook was just started. 

The report was about a kidnapping case that happened at that time, and there was a photo in the notebook. It was taken from a strange angle, like a candid shot, and it seemed to be related to this 

case.