The moment she arrived at the newspaper office, Henry Hartwell called her into his office.
Henry Hartwell studied her noticeably thinner face and frowned. "Claire Sinclair, you've lost weight."
Claire Sinclair subconsciously raised a hand to touch her cheek. "Have I? I haven't noticed."
Henry Hartwell's expression turned serious. "You can't go on like this. Young Master Quincy is only going to get busier in the future. You might go months, even half a year, without seeing him. If you don't learn to take care of yourself, you'll inevitably become a stumbling block for him."
This was a very serious problem…
Claire Sinclair had thought about it too—a lot, in fact.
She had been thinking about this every day while he was away, and she had recently come up with an answer.
Claire Sinclair voiced her inner thoughts. "Teacher Hartwell, when he comes back, I want to divorce him."
"Why are you thinking about divorce again?" Henry Hartwell raised an eyebrow.
