Mr. Remus, Your Billionaire Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 145

“Okay.”

After dinner, Silvia sent Dulcie home. Reminded of Neil’s call, she casually said, “Oh yeah, Henry wanted to invite me for dinner today.”

Dulcie frowned, and her eyes were full of annoyance.

“Just ignore him. I’ve made it clear that I won’t be with him again, but he keeps coming to me. I can’t get rid of him!”

Silvia nodded. “Got it. I’ll support any choice you make.”

After that, she returned to the mansion.

Neil was sitting in the living room. He was obviously waiting for her.

Silvia walked up to him and sat down. “Why are you waiting for me, Mr. Remus?”

“Grandma’s birthday is coming up. Do you have any ideas for her birthday gift?”

She contemplated for a while before she nodded and said, “Yes, I have an idea. What do you plan on giving her?”

Neil frowned and looked at her. “Aren’t we going to share a gift?”

Silvia was surprised. “We’ve given her gifts separately all this while.”

“In that case, we’ll share a gift from this year onward.”

She hesitated and said, “We previously agreed that we would get a divorce after your legs heal. We don’t have to gift her as a couple—”

Before she could finish, Neil interrupted her coldly. “Are you so sure that my legs are going to heal? Don’t forget what Dr. Howard said. According to him, I’ll never stand up again!”

“Don’t worry. Your legs will definitely heal!”

When he saw the confidence in her eyes, his face was full of displeasure.

“I wonder how you can be so confident!”

Silvia heard the sarcasm in his tone and replied, “I’m telling you that your legs can heal, so why are you upset? Don’t you want to stand up again?”

Neil did not answer, but his expression was terrifying.

She frowned. “I’m not sure either. I’ll ask him and call you back later.”

She called Neil a few times, but he did not answer, so she tried Curtis instead.

“Mr. Harrell, has Mr. Remus gone on a business trip? I heard from Dr. Russell that Mr. Remus doesn’t want any more massages.”

Curtis remained silent for some time before he finally whispered, “Miss Pond, Mr. Remus isn’t on a business trip. He’s been at the company all this time. Did you have a fight?”

Silvia recalled their conversation that night and wondered if Neil got mad because of what she said.

“I wouldn’t consider it a fight. It’s just an unpleasant discussion.”

Curtis nearly cried as he held his phone. Was it really just unpleasant?

Neil had been in a bad mood recently, and the president’s office was gloomy every day. Whenever the department managers came upstairs to report their work, they would be terribly scolded. They wanted to hide so badly so that Mr. Remus could not see them.

“Something’s wrong with Mr. Remus lately. Miss Pond, would you come over and check on him?”