No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 458

The two women stared at each other at close range.

After a final, polite glance, Marcia turned and walked away crisply.

Mira came out of the clinic, watching Marcia's retreating back. "Director Watkins, isn't that woman a bit too arrogant?" she couldn't help but comment.

Claudia didn't take Marcia's words to heart.

Just as Marcia herself had said, she wasn't Ann.

She came from a prominent family and had spent years helping her father manage the Windsor Group. She was in direct competition with her own brother for control of the company—a woman with immense ambition.

A woman like Marcia, with her status, family, and career, valued her dignity above all else.

Seeing Darleen approaching in the distance, Claudia sent Mira away.

Darleen pulled Claudia into a corner and whispered, "My dear sister-in-law, did that Marcia woman say something to you just now?"

Claudia cleared her throat to correct Darleen. "Your brother and I are divorced. Just call me Claudia from now on."

Darleen's face fell. "It's not that I don't want to, it's just a hard habit to break."

Claudia instructed her, "From now on, whenever you see me, just repeat 'they're divorced' to yourself three times before you speak."

Darleen nodded obediently, then said with a sigh, "My grandpa and my dad are just two stubborn old men. They're domineering, overprotective, and completely unreasonable. Please don't stop talking to me because of them."

Claudia reassured her, "You are you, and they are they. I know the difference."

After chatting with Darleen for a bit, Claudia drove to Grant Manor alone.

In the second-floor study of Grant Manor, Cyrus was dressed in black trousers and a white, deep V-neck shirt, leisurely toying with his cross bracelet in his wheelchair.

Claudia said guiltily, "Mr. Cyrus, if I had known you had it all under control, I wouldn't have jumped in and gotten in your way. Next time you have something planned, give me a hint so I don't mess things up again without realizing it."

Cyrus lifted his eyelids to glance at her. "With your level of intelligence, even if I gave you a hint, would you understand it?"

Claudia held up a large, sterilized acupuncture needle. "Mr. Cyrus, that's a bit insulting."

Cyrus replied, "Being a little slow isn't a bad thing. At least you're loyal."

Claudia was speechless.

He had sent her a text to explain, but she hadn't replied.

He wanted to see her.

To explain in person.

A nurse came in to take York's temperature. He asked, "Has Director Watkins finished her shift yet?"

The nurse shook her head, saying she didn't know.

Peter, lounging on the sofa, sat up. "Stop looking for her. She's not in the hospital."

York glanced at the time. It wasn't the end of Claudia's shift yet.

He asked Peter, "Where is she?"

"At Grant Manor, playing cards," Peter replied. "She's lost three rounds in a row. Just messaged me to come save her."

Before Peter could finish, the thermometer in York's hand snapped in two.