Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Have You Considered My Feelings?

The next day.

The weather was gloomy, and a cold wind blew relentlessly, cutting like a knife.

Chloe Reed took her documents and arrived at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau. As she looked up, she saw a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pull over and stop by the roadside.

The car door opened, and a tall, slender male figure stepped out.

His eyes held a frosty glint, and he exuded a sharp, intimidating aura. His dark, almond-shaped eyes fixed on her, filled with an emotion she couldn’t decipher.

Chloe Reed glanced at him once before turning to walk inside.

Walker Grant strode after her, his gaze fixed on her slender back. Her spine was ramrod straight.

After taking a number, the two of them waited in the seating area.

It seemed they had picked a bad day; the place was crowded with people getting divorced.

Both of them were silent.

Chloe Reed kept her eyes lowered, her heart pounding in her throat. Until the very last moment, she wouldn’t be able to relax.

"Are you content with this?"

Just then, the man’s deep, magnetic voice sounded from beside her.

Chloe Reed’s long lashes trembled. "I’d be even more discontent if we didn’t divorce."

Walker Grant looked at her. "You chose to force my hand like this. Have you ever considered my feelings?"

Chloe Reed turned her head to look back at him. "Then let me ask you, when you were in Unistara with Sunny Reed for her pregnancy check-up, did you consider my feelings? When you chose to get a vasectomy for Noah Grant’s sake, did you consider my feelings?"

"It wasn’t for someone else!" Walker Grant’s tone darkened.

"Are you trying to say it was for me?" Chloe Reed looked at him, amused. "Then why didn’t you do it sooner? Why did you do it right after Noah Grant was born? You were always thinking of him, thinking of the Grant family. When was I ever part of your considerations?"

She spoke these words with an almost placid calm. She had thought her heart would ache, but after a night of reflection, she realized she had just gone numb.

’This should have ended long ago.’

’Then I wouldn’t have been tormented in this quagmire for so long.’

Chloe Reed took a deep breath. "Walker Grant, for the sake of the fact that I once saved your life, just let me go. We really aren’t right for each other."

’Eight years, and now you’re saying we aren’t right for each other?’

Walker Grant’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He averted his gaze, his voice turning cold and stiff. "We’re already here. Getting married, getting divorced—it’s all up to you."

Chloe Reed slowly retracted her gaze. Staring at the number in her hand, she felt a profound sense of uncertainty.

One by one, the numbers were called. Couple after couple processed their divorces and entered the mandatory cooling-off period.

Soon, it was their turn.

They sat before the window and took out the divorce agreement.

Chloe Reed said, "We’ve been together for eight years. A hundred million for a divorce settlement isn’t too much, is it?"

Walker Grant didn’t speak, his handsome face only growing darker.

Chloe Reed signed her name. "I don’t want anything else. Just sign it."

"You don’t want the house either?" Walker Grant suddenly asked.

Chloe Reed replied, "No."

"It’s no use to me, either. You can have it," Walker Grant said flatly. "The divorce agreement will have to be revised. We’ll come back tomorrow."

"Walker Grant!"

Chloe Reed tightened her grip on the pen, a watery sheen filling her eyes.

Seeing her like this, Walker Grant reached up and tugged at his collar, a suffocating tightness seizing his chest.

Finally, he picked up the pen, about to scrawl his name haphazardly.

But just then, Chloe Reed’s phone rang. She picked it up, intending to decline the call, but when she saw the caller ID, she hesitated for a moment before answering.

At the same time, Walker Grant’s phone also began to ring.