Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 192: Unless Necessary, Let’s Not Meet Again
After finishing his work in the hotel study and seeing that it was still early, Spencer Sawyer drove to a nearby supermarket, bought an elegant fruit basket, and headed for the postpartum care center.
The nurse at the front desk saw him, her expression no longer as friendly as it had been before.
’After the spectacle yesterday, he was the root of the problem. He didn’t have a shred of the self-awareness a married man ought to have. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call him a scumbag.’
"Mr. Sawyer, please stop right there. You can’t go in."
Spencer Sawyer thought she was joking and said gently, "I’m here to see Wren Sutton."
The receptionist sneered inwardly. "You can’t go in *precisely because* you’re here to visit Mrs. Lancaster."
Spencer Sawyer didn’t understand. He frowned slightly.
"Why not? I’ve been here before. Don’t you remember me?"
"Mr. Sawyer, these were Mrs. Lancaster’s specific instructions. Please don’t make this difficult for me." The receptionist gestured for him to go. "I have to ask you to leave immediately."
Spencer Sawyer felt a sharp pang in his chest, unwilling to believe what he had just heard.
"What did you say?"
"Mrs. Lancaster has given instructions not to allow you to visit. She doesn’t want to see you." The receptionist stressed the last sentence, as if afraid he might not have heard her clearly.
A look of dejection and embarrassment crossed Spencer Sawyer’s face.
’Wren doesn’t want to see me...’
Spencer Sawyer’s lips tightened, and a bitter feeling washed over him.
He set the fruit basket down, not wanting to make things difficult for the nurse.
"If she doesn’t want to see me, I’ll leave. Please, just make sure this basket gets to her room."
"I’ll see to it," the receptionist agreed reluctantly.
Spencer Sawyer said, "Thank you," and turned to leave.
Back in his car, he wracked his brain but couldn’t understand why Wren had suddenly cut him off completely, refusing to even see him.
After a moment of contemplation, Spencer Sawyer finally pulled out his phone and dialed Wren’s number.
It rang a few times before she picked up.
"Hello, Spencer."
Spencer Sawyer did his best to control his emotions. "Did something happen? Did I do something wrong? Why won’t you see me?"
Wren had expected Spencer’s call, just not so soon. That meant he had just been at the postpartum care center.
She took a deep breath and explained calmly, "Ms. Dawson came to the center to see me yesterday. Your mother-in-law."
"..." Spencer’s heart sank. He gripped his phone tighter.
"Your mother-in-law has misunderstood our relationship. She even suspects that my child is yours."
An incredulous expression appeared on Spencer Sawyer’s face, and he felt deeply ashamed.
He could only imagine how angry and helpless Wren must have felt facing Ms. Dawson’s aggressive accusations. ’No wonder the receptionist looked at me with such disdain earlier.’
"I didn’t know she went to see you. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I’m sorry, so sorry."
Wren didn’t need Spencer’s apology.
"I don’t want to be labeled as the other woman. It’s bad for you, for me, and for both of our families. So, Spencer, from now on, let’s not see or contact each other again unless it’s absolutely necessary."
With that, she hung up.
Spencer put his phone away. The thought of Ms. Dawson’s presumptuous and unreasonable actions made him slam his fist on the steering wheel. Veins bulged on his temples as rage burned in his chest.
Amid his fury, he had a sudden realization.
’How did Ms. Dawson know Wren was at the postpartum care center?’
’I never told her anything about Wren. How would she even know about our connection?’
’Unless...’
Spencer Sawyer slammed his foot on the accelerator and sped back to Amberwood Estates.
When he got home, he found that Stella Sinclair was out and the living room was a complete mess. He strode hurriedly toward the study.
The moment he pushed open the door to the room, Spencer Sawyer froze.
The room was in utter chaos. Books were scattered everywhere. The letter he treasured most—the one hidden inside a book—had been torn to shreds and trampled on like trash.
"Stella!"
A mix of rage and heartbreak shot straight to his head. Spencer Sawyer let out a low growl. He had never been this furious before; he felt like he could kill Stella.
Spencer guessed Stella had gone back to her parents’ house. He had to confront her. ’What right did she have to go into my study without permission and tear up my most precious letter?!’
Seething with rage, he stormed out of the house and drove toward the Sutton family’s home.
