Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 195: Farewell, and May We Meet Again
When Stella Sinclair learned that Mrs. Sawyer had been hospitalized for a sudden heart attack, she rushed to the hospital to take care of her.
She knew full well why her mother-in-law had fallen ill. To make up for her own mistake, Stella Sinclair worked tirelessly without complaint, staying by the bedside day and night, practically a full-time caregiver.
Watching her daughter-in-law bustle about, Mrs. Sawyer felt even more guilty toward the Sutton Family.
"Stella, Spencer has wronged you so terribly. The Sawyer family is so sorry."
Stella Sinclair shook her head gently, her expression humble.
"Mom, I was in the wrong, too. I went into the study without Spencer’s permission and ruined a lot of books and antiques. Now that I’ve calmed down and thought about it, I was too impulsive. I don’t blame Spencer for being angry."
Mrs. Sawyer patted her hand, relieved. "Good girl. You’re so understanding. His father and I weren’t wrong about you. We feel at ease with you by Spencer’s side."
Stella Sinclair’s expression didn’t change, but inwardly, she was quite pleased.
She was the daughter-in-law approved by her in-laws, the legitimate Mrs. Sawyer. No one could shake her position.
"Mom, I will fulfill my duties and responsibilities as a wife, take good care of Spencer, and be a supportive partner so you and Dad don’t have to worry."
Hearing this, Mrs. Sawyer’s heart ached even more for Stella Sinclair. She held her hand, having endless things to say.
Spencer Sawyer returned to the hospital room from the attending physician’s office to find a warm, harmonious scene between his mother and his wife. Stella must have said something, because his mother was beaming, and her complexion was much better than before.
"What are you two talking about that’s so cheerful?"
Mrs. Sawyer looked at him kindly. "Stella told me a few funny jokes. They really lifted my spirits."
Spencer Sawyer looked at Stella Sinclair, his gaze complicated. "Thank you for all your hard work."
Stella Sinclair smiled, her eyes gentle. "It’s my duty to take care of Mom. It’s not hard work at all."
After speaking, she immediately changed the subject.
"Oh, right. You went to see the doctor. What did he say? When can Mom be discharged?"
Spencer Sawyer said, "The doctor said she needs to stay for a few more days of observation. She’ll have a follow-up in three days, and if everything’s fine, she can go home."
Stella Sinclair nodded, her tone confident and optimistic. "I’m sure it’ll be fine."
...
「Three days later.」
Mrs. Sawyer was discharged, and Spencer Sawyer and Stella Sinclair supported her as they walked out of the hospital room.
The driver was waiting patiently downstairs. Once everyone was there, he drove away from the hospital and back to the Sawyer residence.
In Stella Sinclair’s presence, Mr. Sawyer didn’t give Spencer Sawyer a hard time today. The family sat around the dining table and had a peaceful meal together.
After dinner, Mr. Sawyer called Spencer Sawyer into the study to talk, while Stella Sinclair stayed downstairs in the living room, watching TV and chatting with her mother-in-law.
In the study, the father and son sat in silence for a long time.
Spencer Sawyer broke the silence. "Dad, you specifically called me up here. You must have something to tell me."
Mr. Sawyer let out a long sigh, took several project proposals out of a drawer, and handed them to Spencer Sawyer.
"Your mother and I have discussed it. We’ve decided to move." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
"Move where?" Spencer Sawyer hadn’t yet realized the gravity of the situation.
"To Bexley. The entire Sawyer family is moving. That includes you, and it includes your company." Mr. Sawyer’s tone was firm and allowed no room for argument.
Spencer Sawyer’s heart sank. The hand at his side clenched into a fist.
Mr. Sawyer continued, "These major projects have already been negotiated. They’re high-yield and a sure thing. Once you’re in Bexley, the other party will contact you to sign the official contracts. Consider it a startup gift package from me."
An unpleasant feeling washed over Spencer Sawyer. "Dad..."
"This is a joint decision from your mother and me. It’s also a test of whether you and I can continue to be father and son."
Mr. Sawyer’s words were crystal clear, and Spencer Sawyer understood them.
If he didn’t agree to move, their father-son relationship would be severed on the spot.
"Dad, why so sudden? I want to know the reason."
Mr. Sawyer didn’t beat around the bush and told him frankly, "To get you away from Wren Sutton. To stop you from making another mistake that would make your mother and me faint from anger."
Spencer Sawyer: "..."
"Your mother-in-law, Ms. Dawson, agrees with our decision. She’s planning to sell her house in Aston and move to Bexley as well."
Spencer Sawyer replied with a heavy heart, "I understand."
...
A black SUV slowly pulled to a stop at the street corner opposite the postpartum care center.
Spencer Sawyer’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He didn’t get out of the car. He just gazed up at the familiar window from behind the glass.
The curtains were half-drawn, and he could vaguely see the warm light from inside.
This was the last time he would come here.
In that moment, Spencer Sawyer felt like a caged animal bound by invisible ropes.
His family’s expectations, his parents’ health, the so-called "not making mistakes" and "being responsible"—they all wove an airtight net that completely extinguished the last, faint flicker of resistance in his heart.
He didn’t even have the strength to argue.
Because any protest seemed so selfish and feeble in the face of "filial piety" and "responsibility."
Suddenly, a light rain began to fall from the sky.
A thin layer of mist gradually fogged up the car window, blurring the scenery outside.
Spencer Sawyer took a deep breath. He finally understood completely: Wren Sutton’s world never needed him.
Her future was well-arranged by the Lancaster family; her determination was as firm as a rock.
And him? He was just a senior who showed up too late, an outsider who had never even clearly confessed his feelings to her face.
Spencer Sawyer’s mood was like a sky shrouded in dark clouds—gloomy and melancholic, without a single ray of light.
He took out his phone and hesitated for a long time before finally dialing that familiar number.
’I still have to say goodbye.’
RING... RING... RING... The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.
Spencer Sawyer dialed again.
Wren Sutton still didn’t pick up.
"..."
He hung up, disheartened, and let out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. Helplessly, he opened WeChat and left a message for Wren Sutton.
[I’m leaving Aston. Farewell. I wish you all the best.]
After sending the message, Spencer Sawyer started the car and drove away.
In the rearview mirror, the light from that window grew more and more distant, eventually shrinking into a faint speck before disappearing completely from view.
"Wren Sutton, I love you. In my next life, I’ll be sure to tell you sooner."
