Chapter 3

Chapter 3

But my words were still cut off by Arlo. His tone carried a hint of impatience: “Do you need money?”

“I’ve said many times, if you urgently need money just ask Secretary Quinn. Grona, are you listening?”

I looked up at the electronic screen, my expression dazed. It was playing today’s news. The CEO of Brown Pharmaceutical Group had rented out the entire Disneyland for a night of fireworks to please a beauty.

Under the dazzling fireworks, a young girl sat in a wheelchair, smiling sweetly and innocently. And my husband Arlo stood behind the wheelchair. He was holding his phone, talking to me.

I blinked slowly. After a long while, my voice carried a hint of brokenness: “Arlo, where are you?”

There was a pause on the other end. He seemed very unhappy with my questioning, but still perfunctorily said:

“Still busy. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. Contact Secretary Quinn.”

He didn’t notice my near–tears tone, but his gaze looking down at the person beside him was very gentle, so very gentle.

My vision blurred. So Arlo could be this gentle after all.

My stepmother’s voice came from behind: “Did you get in touch with Arlo? If Arlo doesn’t help, there’s no way we can handle this.”

But her words stopped abruptly, because she also saw the scene on the electronic screen. After a while, my stepmother finally found her voice again.

“Grona, I just don’t believe that when Arlo was in a coma, this Maeve girl playing the piano could wake him up.”‘

“Even if that’s true, is this how you repay someone? He can’t even remember your birthday.”

My stepmother got more and more angry as she spoke. Thinking of the Grona family’s situation, she couldn’t help but shed tears.

“But Grona, you have to be clear–headed. Don’t cause trouble with Arlo at a time like this.”

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, but I couldn’t feel any pain. Cause trouble with Arlo? I wouldn’t. Not because I’m a sensible Mrs. Brown who knows better. But because I have no right as the unloved wife. The title is just an empty shell.

I stared at the sky full of fireworks and said very softly:

“All those fireworks must cost a lot of money, right?”

My stepmother didn’t understand what I meant. I lowered my eyes and started dialing Secretary Quinn’s number. Disturbing someone’s sleep in the middle of the night is always unpleasant. Secretary Quinn had been by Arlo’s side for a long time and held a high position.

Moreover, he knew Arlo didn’t care about this wife. So after hearing my request, his tone was cold and aggressive.