Chapter 12
The first time I met Hendry was in the hospital.
I received dual treatment for both my mental and physical health at the hospital.
Hendry came to my hospital room with a gift to apologize. It was because George was the vice president of his subsidiary.
Johnson’s lawsuit brought George and Hendry’s parent company to court.
This incident caused a lot of controversy for Hendry’s parent company, and he had to take time out to deal with George’s mess. Compensating for the losses, making a public apology, and firing him were all done in one
- go.
With Hendry’s help, Johnson’s struggling company was able to get back on track.
Before leaving, Hendry asked the waiter to settle the bill for the ice cream. Michelle had just eaten.
Johnson hesitated for a moment before retracting his hand awkwardly, ready to make the payment.
After returning to the hotel, I awkwardly fiddled with my clothes and looked at Hendry sitting on the sofa, “Are you still angry?”
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Hendry gave a disdainful “hmph” and then poked Michelle, who eating dessert, saying, “Tell Mommy that Daddy is not angry anymore.”
Michelle nodded and then looked at me with her big, twinkling eyes, “Mom, Dad said he’s not angry anymore and wants you to forgive him!”
Hendry’s cars instantly turned red to his neck. “Michelle! You’re wrong, Dad didn’t ask you to say that last sentence!”
I chuckled and got up, sitting down next to Hendry and taking his slightly. cold hand. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have argued with you.”
“Over the years, you have spent a lot of energy in order to treat my illness, and you even obtained a certificate as a psychological counselor and attended further training.
“The divorce with Johnson will be settled tomorrow, and after that we will return to Dallas and never come back here again.”
Upon hearing my words, Hendry raised his eyebrows playfully, then suppressed the joy in his eyes. “Alright.”
The next day, I waited for Johnson outside the courthouse.
I waited from morning until afternoon. The other party still did not show
- up.
I was a little anxious because the plane back to Dallas was still four hours away from taking off.
I took out my phone and called Johnson. The phone rang for a long time before someone answered.
I angrily questioned, “Johnson, I waited for you at the courthouse for eight hours, you…
Who would have thought that the one answering the phone was not Johnson himself, but Charlie.
Charlie’s voice was exhausted, “Adeline, Johnson… he cut his wrist.”
