My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit novel Chapter 804

More than 36 hours had passed from last night to now.

If it was true that he had been working without a break during the day, that was to say, he had been awake for more than 36 hours.

How could he bear it if he continued like that?

But her worry was useless. Anyway, now she could not ask him to stop working and have a rest immediately, could she?

Sydney rubbed her cheeks and heaved a sigh. Seeing that the vehicles ahead of her car began moving, she instantly stopped thinking and started the car.

When she was out of the congested roadway, she could drive much smoothly. Except when she saw red and yellow lights, she almost never stopped her car.

But when she reached the spot about 10 km away from Shallow Bay, she pulled over and got out of her car, walking toward an antique-looking store on the roadside.

This was a pastry store, which had gone through more than 100 years of history since the last dynasty. Now it was basically a scenic spot in Port City.

Above all, the pastries here were very nice, and many people visited the store every day.

Even now, there were still a lot of people here.

Sydney pushed open the door, walked in, went straight to the ordering machine, and said to the clerk, "Excuse me, do you still have mugwort cake?" she asked in some uncertain way.

Mugwort cake was one of the featured pastries of the store, but many people disliked it because it tasted a little bitter, so not many people bought it. Due to this reason, the store would only make a certain amount (100 cakes) a day. When they were sold, there would be none until the next day.

But Sydney was one of those few who could accept the flavor.

In fact, she could not only accept it, but she had also liked it since her childhood.

And her dad had laughed at her for having such a strange taste when she was young.

Yet, when she grew up, she ate it much less frequently, not as often as she had in her childhood. Now she only ate it occasionally.

Hearing Sydney's question, the clerk immediately checked their stock and answered with a smile, "You're very lucky, Miss. There is still one left."

Sydney also said with a smile, "Oh, it is the last one. I seem to be lucky indeed. Pack it, please."

"Okay. A mugwort cake, right? Please wait a minute." The clerk smiled at Sydney and passed what she wanted to the clerk behind her who packed food up.

The packing process was a little slow. After all, there were also so many earlier customers waiting.

Not in a hurry to do anything else, Sydney sat on the unoccupied seat next to her to wait.

There was free water on the little table beside the unoccupied seat.

She got a cup of water from the water dispenser. As she drank sip by sip, she took out her phone and sent a message to Julien, "Haven't you finished your work yet?"

She didn't think Julien would reply for now. Yet, the moment she was about to put away her phone, her phone lit up. Julien's message came, "I'll have to work for a little more while. I'll finish it soon. You're still awake?"

Sydney put down her cup and smiled. She had obviously become happy, and her typing speed was even faster. Her message was, "I'm still out, not home yet."

Julien had just come out of the Planning Department, walking toward his office. Seeing these words, he immediately stopped and frowned.

Following behind him, Zach almost ran into him because of his sudden stop.

When he had steadied himself, Zach instantly took a step back. Then he pushed up the glasses that had slipped down and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong, Mr. Flint?"

But the man looked pale and sallow, his eyelid edges black, with one hand supporting his waist. This showed that he had a serious disease.

And the woman had been supporting him, her eyes a little red. No doubt, she had cried earlier. This reinforced the proof that the man was a patient.

The woman was Mrs. Madden. Looking at Brandon Madden, she blamed him unhappily, "God, it's so late, but we didn't go home to sleep. Instead, we came here to buy the so-called mugwort cake!"

Patting the hand supporting his arm, Brandon managed to produce a roughly gentle smile on his pale face and said, "You like this, don't you?"

Mrs. Madden widened her eyes slightly and said, "So… because I like it, as soon as you got off work, you asked me out to buy it, right?"

"Yes!" Brandon nodded weakly. "I'm so weak. God knows how long I can live. I've been too busy in the past, putting all my energy into Trison Corporation. Now I'm going to die, and I suddenly realize that I've seldom kept you company. I'm sorry."

"No." Mrs. Madden's red eyes turned redder. As tears kept rolling in her eyes, she shook her head again and again. "You've done nothing unfair to me. Brandon, you've done nothing wrong."

Brandon just gave a faint smile. "I know if I've done anything wrong."

Previously, because of him, Clarice was taken away by Harry so that she, who had just given birth and lost her daughter, went crazy.

Although they adopted Lyra later, which comforted her soul a bit, he knew that an adopted daughter was just an adopted daughter, who would never end the pain of losing her own daughter. Her heart could only be soothed somewhat, but would never be fully consoled. Part of her heart would always be empty.

And he was sorry about that.

Apart from that, although they had been married for decades, he had attached more importance to Trison and the Madden family than to her. Therefore, he had seldom been around her, though he loved her. She always liked going out to travel, and he had promised her that he would go with her, but he had never fulfilled his promises.

Now, when he was old and was about to die, he began recalling the past. When he recalled the past, he found how unfair he had been to her, the wife who had never disliked or left him.

The more he was sorry, the more he regretted having failed to deliver on his promises to her. Now he wanted to fulfill them, but most of them would never be fulfilled.