He Divorced Me Six Years Ago Without Me Knowing Chapter 11

He Divorced Me Six Years Ago Without Me Knowing Chapter 11

At the same time, Sophia was half–reclined in a hospital bed in Southport, and a nurse had just removed the IV needle from the back of her hand.

She flexed her stiff left hand, her gaze settling on Ethan Walker, her former law school upperclassman, as he poured her a cup of warm water.

“Ethan, I’m sorry for all the trouble.”

Sophia gave him an apologetic smile. Her voice was still a little hoarse. “I promised I’d come to Southport to be a partner at your firm, but the second my flight landed, I spiked a fever. Instead, you’ve had to take care of me for days.”

Ethan turned around and handed her the cup of warm water.. “Since when do you and I have to be this polite with each other?”

He sat down beside her bed, his tone natural and familiar. “The doctor says you can be discharged tomorrow. I’m giving you another week off anyway. Once you’ve fully recovered, you can come to the firm.”

Sophia fell silent.

She lowered her eyes and absently rubbed her fingers along the side of the cup. After a long while, she finally asked softly, “Ethan, will what happened to me hurt the firm?”

Sophia was worried.

She was already infamous in Riverton.

If someone in Southport recognized her, she was afraid Ethan’s new firm would be dragged into the scandal because of her.

Ethan looked at her downcast expression and sighed.

“Sophia, this isn’t your fault.”

He stood up, pulled a neat stack of documents from his briefcase, and held them out to her.

“This is the evidence I collected. It includes records of Julian’s affair with Claire during your marriage, along with the full timeline from the day you met him to the day you married him.”

Ethan paused, a hint of mockery entering his voice. “When you met Julian, Claire had already married someone else and moved overseas. So how exactly could anyone claim you ruined their relationship?”

Sophia took the documents and flipped through them page by page. Gradually, her eyes began to redden.

“Ethan, thank you.”

By the time she closed the file, her voice was choked with emotion.

“After I found out what happened to you, I started looking into it.”

Ethan gently handed her a pack of tissues. “Don’t worry. Once you’re discharged, we’ll go back to Riverton. I’ll represent you, and I’ll make sure your name is cleared. Julian will also pay for what he did.”

Sophia wiped away her tears and nodded at him gratefully.

After Ethan put the documents back into his briefcase, he turned to her again and asked, “Do you feel any better today? Can you get out of bed?”

“Ethan, do you need me to do something?” Sophia asked, her voice still slightly nasal.

Ethan paused for a moment before saying softly, “I found a burial plot. Let’s lay your grandmother to rest.”

A feeling Sophia could not put into words rose in her chest.

Ethan drove her to a cemetery on the outskirts of Southport.

The grounds were quiet and secluded, tucked between green hills and a stretch of water. One glance was enough to tell that the plot must have cost a fortune, far beyond anything Sophia could afford right now.

Sophia opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Ethan spoke first.

“Sophia, don’t refuse me again, and don’t thank me again.”

He turned slightly toward her, his gaze gentle. “Ever since we met again, you’ve been thanking me over and over. Since when did we become that distant?”

His voice softened even more. “Besides, we basically grew up together. Your grandmother was always good to me, too. It’s only right that I do everything I can for her final arrangements.”

Only then did Sophia remember that Ethan had once been her neighbor back in Riverton. He had not transferred to a school in Southport until high school.

When they met again in law school, he was already a year ahead of her in the same program.

No matter what happened, he always seemed able to give her a safe place to land.

So Sophia finally stopped refusing. She only gave Ethan a grateful smile.

With Ethan by her side, Sophia finally laid her grandmother to rest.

Before leaving, she sank to her knees at her grandmother’s grave and bowed her head three times, each bow heavy with grief. In her heart, she silently promised, “Grandma, don’t worry. I’ll clear my name as soon as can, so you won’t have to worry about me from heaven.”

Meanwhile, Julian had just stepped off the plane at Southport Airport. Standing in the flow of travelers, he suddenly felt lost.