I Agree to the Divorce

Dr. Finn Jones did not reply.

"Forget it. You won't listen to a word I say anyway. I'm going back to my room." Monica said and got down from the bar chair.

After Monica left, Finn's straight posture gave out and he slouched over.

He put down the bowl of noodles and held his stomach.

If it was not for the stomach pains, he would have forgotten that he had yet to eat anything the entire day.

At the moment, he did not have much of an appetite. He just wanted his stomach to feel better.

He endured it for a moment before picking up his utensils and eating again.

Lately, he seemed to be going through the motions of his daily life.

…

The next day.

Monica was still sleeping when she was woken up by the sound of a phone call.

She picked up the phone in a hurry and answered, "Hello."