CHAPTER 413 MANUEL, LET’S JUST GET A DIVORCE!

Chapter 413 Manuel, Let's Just Get a Divorce!

"I guess his right leg has fully recovered. He's told me the other day." Susan said, "But he can't feel his

left leg yet. After the accident, the doctor said his left leg has a low probability of recovery. It's possible

that his left leg would be limp for a lifetime."

Saying it, Susan couldn't help to be sad. She'd never wanted to make Manuel disabled and stay in a

wheelchair for a lifetime. Actually, it broke her heart whenever she saw Manuel sitting in the wheelchair.

That was why she gave in again and again no matter how much she wanted to end their marriage. In a

word, she was guilty.

"So, he didn't tell you that his left leg has been recovering as well?" Henry said carefully.

Susan frowned slightly.

"I happened to hear Manuel talking with his attending today. The doctor said that Manuel's left leg had

a feeling now, and he could walk in two to three months and fully recover within half a year."

Susan was lost for words. It was totally out of her expectation that Manuel's both legs could fully

recover. And she'd got mixed feelings. She couldn't tell if she was feeling mad or relieved. Anyway, she

was torn.

Henry didn't hear Susan's reply and explained instantly, "Susan, don't get me wrong. I told you this not

because I wanted to sow discord. I just don't want Manuel to keep lying to you. He made you marry him

with his disabled legs. And I don't want you to feel guilty for him again."

"Well, I get it. No need to explain much on it." Susan nodded her head and said, "I didn't imagine

Manuel would heal so soon. I see him sitting on the wheelchair every day and it's a big surprise that his

legs are gonna be fine."

"Susan, you and Manuel..."

"Henry, not now. I don't wanna talk about anything between me and him now." Susan rejected. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Somehow, it annoyed her.

Hearing that, Henry added, "OK. I was worried that you'd be upset. Just forget it if you don't feel like

talking about it. I'll leave you alone. Rest well and take care."

"OK, bye."

Susan hung up the phone.

Tossing and turning on the bed, she couldn't fall asleep but recalled what Henry had told her.

Why didn't Manuel tell her if both his legs had been recovering?

She couldn't tell how she was feeling, so she could only force herself to sleep. And, she fell asleep in

the end. But she didn't sleep tight this time.

"Mommy! Mommy!..." In her dream, a baby kept calling her, which had broken her heart. She looked

around but couldn't find the source of the voice.

Suddenly, she saw a baby full of blood ask her over and over again, "Mommy, why did you abandon

me?"

"No, that wasn't true."

"No. Mommy loves you."

"I'm so sorry, my poor baby..."

Susan opened her eyes abruptly as if she could still see the baby's bloody face and hear it asking her

with a twisted voice.

"Have some water." Suddenly, she heard a familiar and magnetic voice.

Susan turned around abruptly and saw Manuel beside her. They looked at each other in the eyes.

Susan kept staring at him without a blink, her face stained with tears.

"I put the water here. Have some if you want to." Manuel put the glass on the night table. Then he

wheeled himself and went aside.

Susan was still in horror. The dream was so real. She sat up on the bed and felt something was off on

her face. Then she wiped it and realized that her face was filled with tears. She tried hard to chill out

and kept telling herself that it was a dream.

But her eyes went red again when she thought of what she'd seen in the dream. She tried her best to

hold back the tears. Then, she blew up instantly when she saw Manuel packing his stuff.

She got off the bed, walked up to him, and asked, "Are you moving out?"

"It's better that we live separately now," Manuel said.

"What do you mean?" Susan asked and got hilarious.

"I meant it literally."

"You're blaming me, aren't you? You blame me for losing the baby, right? Just speak it out. Don't give

me that attitude!" Susan burst into anger.

She had had enough of Manuel's emotional abuse. Right. It was her fault to lose the baby. She could

take it if he just took it out on her, but she just couldn't take it when he acted to be tolerant but did

something so mean to get back at her at the same time.

"I don't blame you." Manuel said bluntly, "I just think we should calm down and figure it out."

"If so, why are you moving out then? Stop being hypocritical, Manuel! Just admit it!" Susan said coldly

and sarcastically, "Both of your legs have recovered, right? You know clearly, I'm guilty of you, but you

just didn't tell me you've recovered. Manuel, you're not only a hypocrite but a despicable bastard!"

Manuel took Susan's words quietly.

"Think whatever you like," he said.

"Manuel Johnson!" Susan was outraged.

Why was she always the one to be talking?

How come he could be so calm?

Why was she always the only one to be blamed and be in a temper when they had a fight?

How could Manuel do that to her?

"Tia will stay to look after you." Manuel finished packing his stuff and said, "Take care."

"Manuel, let's just get a divorce!" Susan said straightforwardly.

Hearing it, Manuel paused.

"After all, you made me marry you because of your wounded legs. Now that your legs have recovered,

I don't see why I should be with you anymore." Susan said bluntly.

Manuel looked at Susan and saw the determination deep in her eyes. For her, he was still the one who

had forced her to marry him.

"OK. Call me anytime you want." He said.

Susan felt her heart broken. So, it meant he'd agreed to get a divorce. He told her he didn't blame her

for losing the baby.

But, how could he agree to divorce her so easily if he didn't blame her?

Did he marry her for a certain purpose?

However, he had just agreed to divorce her without a second thought.

"I'll keep the same number. Call me anytime." Manuel said coldly.

It was he who had insisted on marrying her at first. In the end, he wasn't the one to be heartbroken

when they got a divorce.

Susan just watched him leave with his luggage in one hand and pull the wheelchair with the other

hand. Then, she stormed out of the door and shouted to his back, "Isn't this your place? If someone

has to leave, it should be me! You don't have to go!"