The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 232

"Not bad. Why do you ask?" I replied.

Walking side by side with George, I noticed his hesitant expression. It seemed like he had something to say but was unsure of how to start.

He stared at me hesitantly for some time before finally asking, "About the things going around online… I've heard about them too."

"Is that so?" I chuckled, not planning to discuss it further.

George picked up on my reluctance and said with a grin, "Drinks on me tonight. Let's catch up over dinner, shall we?"

I smiled and nodded. "Sure."

…

At the table, George poured me half a glass of wine.

I chuckled and asked, "What's this? Are you keeping me on a leash?"

He looked at me solemnly and said, "You're a patient right now. You should drink less."

I grabbed the glass from him and joked, "You know I'm a patient, yet you still took me out for drinks. What kind of terrible doctor does that make you?"

George gave me a playful shove and replaced my glass with orange juice. "Cut the nonsense, and drink this."

Seeing his concern for me lifted my spirits considerably.

After taking a sip of his wine, George looked at me earnestly and said, "Don't worry, Samuel. I won't tell anyone about your situation."

Hearing that, I was touched but couldn't help shaking my head with a wry smile. "Heh. My situation is already known to all online. Who's left to tell?"

George fell silent for a brief moment, then apologized.

To be honest, I often wanted to ask Abigail why she insisted on dragging things out like this. Did she really enjoy watching me suffer every day?

She couldn't explain it either. She just wouldn't let me go.

However, to others, it was a different story.

They would only think that I was being unreasonable, clinging stubbornly to Abigail and refusing to let go, unwilling to divorce her.

George and I talked a lot. After he got a little drunk, I hailed a taxi to send him home before heading back myself.

When I got home, I found the place shrouded in darkness.

Margaret had left, and Abigail wasn't back either.

As I prepared to wash up and rest, I noticed a document folder placed on the coffee table in the living room.