Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!

Chapter 85

There was no reply in the room, as if no one had come back quietly. Trixie closed the door and looked around the room. There's no Daryl.

Didn't Daryl come back yet? But his car was parked downstairs.

Thinking of Nathalie who just left in a hurry, could she have driven Daryl's car back? Had they been together since the examination?

Just when Trixie wanted to call Daryl, Daryl's number suddenly called. Trixie took a deep breath before connecting the phone.

"What's the matter?"

"Wife, what did you mean by the photos you sent? Where did you find these?"

Daryl's tone was very urgent and nervous, and his pronunciation was not clear in some places.

"Hospitals, and other places."

Trixie spoke to him calmly.

The fire had subsided, and it was meaningless for her to make a fuss with him now.

"I want to know about Nathalie and her husband, including why she came to this city but her husband did not. When you come back tonight, I want to hear your explanation, otherwise we will meet in the Civil Affairs Bureau."

In order not to give Daryl another chance to deceive her, Trixie was very serious when she said the nature of the matter.

Daryl had always disliked divorce, even if it was a joke. When they first got married, Trixie just made a joke about divorce, and he was so angry.

Therefore, it was useless to want him to spit out something honestly and not to speak harshly. Trixie hung up the phone, threw her phone aside, and then collapsed on the sofa.

Now, she just felt dull when she stayed in this room, which made her feel depressed.

In the past, when Jessa knew that Rick cheated, did she feel like this? Trixie smiled wryly.

Once upon a time, she took what Jessa said as a story, but now, she had also experienced what happened in the story. Would she become Jessa soon?

Daryl came back faster than she expected and picked up Kinsley on the way. It was supposed to be the time for her to take piano classes, but Daryl brought her back.

Obviously, this man wanted to play the emotional cards.

"Why didn't Kinsley go to piano class?"

Trixie always didn't like for her daughter to see spouse's emotions.

She didn't want to affect her daughter because of what happened between her and Daryl.

"Dad asked for me to take a day off from the class and said he would take me and my mother out to play."

Kinsley was still so innocent, but she seemed to have noticed the strange atmosphere between Trixie and Daryl, and her movements were somewhat cautious.

"Then let Mom and Dad cook first. You can go to your room to practice piano, and we will go after dinner, Okay?"

"Okay."

Kinsley, carrying a small school bag, ran into her room and locked the door.

After her daughter left, Trixie sighed.

"Wife, I..."

"You already knew about Nathalie's eyes, didn't you?"

"I didn't know until last week, and she kept it from me. When we went to the hospital earlier, she refused for the doctor to check it. After that, she had no choice but to confess to me."

Daryl frowned and his beautiful eyes were full of uneasiness. He took Trixie's hand, and his tone was very uneasy. "Wife, don't be angry. She is just helpless. She's afraid that we will not help her again if we know she can see already..."

"Then why didn't she go to her husband? What does she want by pestering our family here every day?"

Hearing Trixie's words, Daryl paused, "Her husband?"

She picked her mobile phone up from the sofa, then dug up what Jessa had checked today and showed it to Daryl.

Daryl looked at the screen and his heavy eyebrows frowned tighter. He then looked up and asked Trixie, "Where did this come from? Nathalie got married?"

Trixie looked straight into his eyes. She could only see confusion in those eyes, not half guilty. This made Trixie doubt her thoughts. Did Daryl really not know?

"The medical record is what I asked the doctor for, and these things are what I asked Jessa to check. She has a wide network of contacts. These things don't seem fake. You can call Nathalie."

After she said that, Daryl had already dialed the phone, and Nathalie was quickly connected on the other line.

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"Come to my house, I have something to ask you."

"What is it? Can't you talk on the phone?"

Nathalie was very vigilant and obviously didn't want to come to their house, so she tried to refuse, but Daryl didn't give her a chance.

"It's very important. Hurry up and come."

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Nathalie came quickly.

Daryl walked over to open the door, and Nathalie smiled at him. When her eyes accidentally caught Trixie with a serious face behind him, Nathalie's smile stiffened.

Although reluctant, she still said hello to Trixie, "Hello, Mrs. Blayden."

Sitting on the sofa, Nathalie looked very stiff, and her eyes looked at Daryl frequently.

But Daryl didn't look at her and kept his head down.

"It seemed that your eyes could see."

Trixie sneered, straight to the point, and did not give Nathalie a chance.

Nathalie was surprised by Trixie's words. She glanced at Daryl again but he still didn't look at her.

"Don't look at him, he didn't say anything to me. I found it."

Trixie rummaged through the two screenshots from her mobile phone and handed it to Nathalie.

Nathalie hesitated, but still stretched out her hand to take it.

After watching only a little, she lost her desire to watch and could only confess to Trixie.

"Sorry Mrs. Blayden, I... really lied to you and Mr. Blayden. But I'm not malicious, I just want to have someone to support me..."

Trixie didn't speak so Nathalie looked at her, but was startled by the coldness in her eyes.

In her consciousness, Trixie had always been soft and weak.

It was the first time she saw this sharp version of Trixie.

"I really didn't mean it. If you think my explanation is useless, I can leave now..."

"You can leave, but before you leave, I want to hear your story."

Trixie sat on the sofa, staring straight at her, which embarrassed Nathalie.

"Mrs. Blayden, this is all my private affairs. I don't think I need to tell you."

Trixie nodded with a smile, took out her mobile phone, pressed the "110" number, but did not dial it out, and then flipped the screen to show it to Nathalie.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. But I think the police would be very interested in hearing about your missing husband."

Nathalie's face instantly turned pale, frowning, and her hand involuntarily clenched.

Looking at Trixie's calmed appearance, she looked at Daryl to complain.

But Daryl just looked at her and turned his eyes away, then poured water to Trixie.

She hesitated, then Nathalie breathed a sigh of relief repeatedly, as if readying herself to confess to Trixie.

"All right, I'll tell you."