Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson

Chapter 236

Chapter 236 Troy Was Sick?

After breakfast, Imogen first called to ensure that Troy was not in the Marshall villa, then sent Grace there. She bought some gifts and went to the hospital to visit Aunt Mary’s grandson. Imogen walked towards the parking lot after coming out of the ward.

She looked around and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, tall and straight. It seemed to be Troy.

When she looked over carefully, that person turned the corner and disappeared.

Troy was sick?

walked towards her car, and unlocked it.

Imogen looked away, walked towards her

She opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat. Imogen didn’t start the car in a hurry but took out her mobile phone and looked at it.

Erik: [Imogen, I am sorry. I have been really busy recently. But it is not about work.]

Imogen: [Is something wrong? If you have any difficulties, you can tell me.]

Erik sent a meme, and his joy can be felt across the screen.

Erik: [Thanks for your kindness. I can handle it myself. Don’t worry.]

Imogen: [Come on. If you can’t solve it yourself, turn to me.] Imogen typed warm words indifferently.

Erik: [Okay, Imogen, you are so kind.]

Imogen: [We are friends. I should help you.]

Imogen looked at the screen indifferently and thought for a while. She used an application to check out recent movies, took a random screenshot, and posted it on Instagram. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Imogen: [Want to see this. Does anyone want to see this movie together this weekend?] Together with a screenshot from the movie.

After posting that, Imogen put away her phone, and a dark light flashed in her

The setting of this Instagram post was only visible to Erik.

It was simple. She suspected that Erik was in trouble.

eyes.

If Imogen could help, it would bring the relationship between them closer. Noah’s withdrawal made her a little anxious.

But Erik showed no sign of telling her. Imogen could not ask him which would make her deliberate.

And Erik was busy. She couldn’t invite him to dinner and movie. That would be impolite.

The only way was to make Erik take the initiative.

When Erik saw this on Instagram, if he was interested, he would contact Imogen.

Erik stared at the phone screen and was absent–minded. He imagined Imogen’s elegant and beautiful face and could not help but smile.

With Imogen supporting him, Erik would not be afraid no matter how many difficulties in front of

him.

Erik sighed helplessly, turned around, and looked at the solemn police station behind him. Then, he left silently.

A few days ago, the decoration team led by Blake Hale, Erik’s father, was suddenly reported for using unqualified decoration materials. The homeowner complained to the Consumer Association and the relevant industrial and commercial departments.

According to the appraisal of professionals from relevant departments, some materials were unqualified.

During the negotiation, the homeowner was arrogant and spoke harshly, deliberately irritating Blake. Blake was so angry that he beat the homeowner and was detained at the police station. Erik submitted an application to the police station for release on bail pending trial. Yesterday, Erik went to the hospital to apologize and communicate with the homeowner. The homeowner firmly disagreed with the settlement and insisted on suing Blake.

Erik thought it was strange and suspected that the homeowner was deliberately targeting Blake. Blake did this job in the decoration industry for more than ten years. He was always conscientious with due diligence. No matter how many requirements the homeowner had, Blake would try his best to meet them. How could he use unqualified materials?

Nothing like this ever happened before, either at home or abroad.

Blake also suspected that a competitor instigated the homeowner just to discredit the company of Blake’s decoration team.

But Erik could only accept this bad luck.

What comforted him a little was that the application for release on bail pending trial was

approved, and Blake could come out of the police station.

Blake thought the owner did it deliberately, so the homeowner would not settle. He could just wait for the trial and pay the compensation at most.

Erik didn’t think so. The young man was full of vigor and determination to forge ahead. Erik couldn’t stand being blamed wrongly. The homeowner deliberately framed Blake. Erik couldn’t stand it and wanted to apply for a re–examination in some departments.

Blake sighed and persuaded him. “It is useless for you to go. I have lived for decades and have already understood. If you have no money or power, you have to suck it up! Our materials are fine, but they can make it unqualified. They talk black into white. You only waste your time and energy.

It is useless.”

Erik said, “Dad, you shouldn’t have negotiated from the very beginning. And you should insist that something is wrong with the appraisal. It is too late to raise objections to the appraisal now.” However, Erik went to a relevant department on Saturday and asked for another person to test again.

The staff told him directly that the test report was correct and re–testing was not supported. No matter what Erik said, this was the result.

After wasting a whole morning, Erik walked out of the hall of that department exhaustedly. He Tooked at the road ahead, not knowing where to go.

Erik didn’t want to go home. So he wandered around like a headless chicken.

As he walked, Erik suddenly remembered the Instagram post he saw last night.

He went to look it up, and the Instagram post was still there. Did it mean Imogen didn’t find anyone to watch the movie with?

He opened the

Under One Roof? I have been looking forward to it for a long time. Have you found someone to watch it with? If not, let’s watch it together this afternoon?]

Seeing this message, Imogen smiled: [Okay.]

Imogen: [Have you had lunch yet?]

Erik: [No. How about we have lunch together and then watch the movie?]

Imogen: [Okay. I am at King Square now. Come here.]

Erik: [Great!]

Erik replied and immediately stopped a taxi and headed to King Square.

Imogen sent him the name of the restaurant and the menu.

Imogen was already sitting on the seat, waiting for the food to be served when Erik arrived.

Erik entered the door, looked around, and walked over quickly. “Imogen!”

Imogen said with a smile, “Take a seat.”

Seeing her smile, Erik paused and couldn’t help laughing. His dissatisfaction and resentment disappeafed like a spring breeze blowing in his heart.

Erik sat down opposite Imogen. “Why didn’t Grace come today?”

The third wheel finally was not around.

“She is at her great–grandma’s place. I went to the hospital to visit a patient today. Many people have had a cold recently. I am afraid she might be infected.”

“It became cold drastically recently. Imogen, you should also be careful.”

The waiter started serving the food.

They chatted while eating.

Erik finally felt better.

Imogen asked unintentionally, “By the way, have you solved the problem you mentioned yesterday?”

Hearing that, Erik frowned and felt uncontrollably irritable, but he didn’t want to show it in front of Imogen. “Don’t worry. It has been solved.”

“Liar. Look at your frowning eyebrows. That could clamp a fly.” After teasing, Imogen said seriously, “Don’t be embarrassed. Just tell me if you have any trouble.”

Erik blushed slightly and lowered his head in embarrassment.

He thought that his family just returned to the country, and the previous connections were long lost. It was inevitable that they would fall flat in this situation.

But Imogen was different. She was a local and kind of from the Marshall family. Her connections were much stronger than that of Erik and Blake. For example, Erik was polite and respectful to Nicolas, but Imogen called Nicolas by his name.

Maybe with Imogen’s help, it could be solved.

They only needed to compensate the homeowner for the medical expenses if it could be proved that the materials were qualified.

After thinking about it, Erik told Imogen the whole story.