Chapter 995

Coley seemed to have anticipated this reaction, merely raising an eyebrow and saying casually, "There's really no point in dragging this out, Mr. Quigley. It's meaningless."

"She is dead set on divorcing you. Even if you stall for two years, it won't change the final outcome. A marriage in name only lost its purpose a long time ago. You might as well give her her freedom back."

"That is the only thing she truly cares about right now."

...

After parting ways with Coley, Claire went straight to visit Old Mrs. Quigley.

The old woman knew she was coming today and had been eagerly waiting at home.

As soon as Claire arrived, the old woman grabbed her hand and refused to let go.

Seven or eight plates of pastries were laid out on the mahogany table, all of Claire's favorites.

The housekeeper, who personally cared for Old Mrs. Quigley, smiled. "Ever since she heard you were coming, she had the kitchen prepping pastries since last night. She kept mumbling about how much her sweetheart loves them."

Claire felt a bit helpless. "Didn't I ask you to keep it a secret? I didn't want her stressing out over this."

The old woman pouted. "I like fussing over you. Besides, the staff made everything. It's not like I lifted a finger. And ever since I knew you were coming, I've been in a fantastic mood. When I'm happy, I hardly even cough."

Even the housekeeper chimed in, "She did cough a lot less last night. She even slept for a solid hour and a half straight."

Claire held the old woman's frail, dry hands, feeling a pang of sorrow.

They hadn't seen each other in a while, and the old woman's vitality had noticeably diminished.

She had lost weight, and the dark circles under her eyes were prominent.

The housekeeper mentioned she hadn't been sleeping well for quite some time. "Grandma, if you're not feeling well, we need to see a doctor."

The old woman waved it off. "I know my own body best. But what about you, my sweetheart? How have you been lately? Has that brat been giving you trouble?"

Even if he had, Claire wouldn't tell her. She didn't want the old woman worrying about her problems.

So she just shook her head. "We're staying out of each other's way."

"Sigh." The old woman let out a long, melancholy breath. "At the end of the day, that brat just doesn't know how lucky he is."

As if remembering something, she asked, "I'm old, and my memory's failing me. Did you two get the divorce papers signed?"

Claire didn't hide the truth. "He didn't show up on the day we were supposed to get the certificate."

The old woman's anger flared instantly. "Where the hell was he? Did he stand you, up again? How could he do this! He promised me. Why did he break his word again?"

As her temper flared, her breathing became ragged.

In her agitation, the old woman started coughing violently.

She coughed so hard she could barely catch her breath. It took her a long while to

calm down, her face entirely drained of color.

Despite being utterly exhausted and

panting heavily, she still wanted to

stand up for Glatte. "I'll

call him right

now and tell him to get his ass back here and give you an explanation!"

Claire anxiously patted her back to soothe her. "Grandma, I can handle my own affairs. Your health is what matters."

The old woman covered her mouth, coughing relentlessly.

Seeing how bad the situation was, Claire insisted on taking her to the hospital.

The doctor delivered grim news, stating that the old woman's

condition was deterioratingne

advising the family to prepare for the worst.

Stepping out of the doctor's office, Claire's eyes were red.

She leaned against the wall, tilting her head back, trying her hardest to force the

tears away.

The housekeeper asked worriedly, "Should we notify Mr. Quigley?"

As much as Claire didn't want to see Felix, he was the old woman's only relative and

legal guardian. He had the right to know.