My Doctor Son-in-law, Clarence

Chapter 37 - You Want A Divorce? Ill Make Sure You’re Satisfied

Chapter 37: You Want A Divorce? I’ll Make Sure You’re Satisfied

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Cecilia had used her connections, which was why Clarence was staying in a VIP ward.

Right now, there was no one else in the ward, other than Clarence and Cecilia.

When Clarence saw the sensual look on Cecilia’s face, his mouth went dry as he said, “Sure, Cecilia. Let’s…”

“Hmph!”

Cecilia immediately turned and sat by the side of the bed. “In your dreams. I’m on my period today, so I can’t do anything like that

.”

As Cecilia spoke, she tried to pull Clarence’s blankets off him. He clung tightly onto them.

“Well, Cecilia, I was joking. Didn’t expect you to take it seriously,” Clarence hurriedly explained himself.

“Haha, I knew it. You want to be naughty, but you just don’t have the guts to do anything,” Cecilia said as she covered her mouth and giggled.

“You, young virgin, are still too young to play tricks and fool me!”

Cecilia reached out and tapped Clarence’s forehead with a finger.

Then, she sat back down slowly on Clarence’s bed. Her perfect, curvaceous body was right on display for him, and a whiff of her pleasant, perfumed scent drifted towards him. It was all so enticing.

In the afternoon, Clarence went through a series of tests before he could check out of the hospital.

Then, he drove the Ferrari that Cecilia had given him back home.

To Clarence’s surprise, Miranda was at home when he returned, getting ready to head out.

When Miranda saw Clarence had driven the Ferrari home, she said furiously, “Clarence Howard, you promised me. Why did you take the Ferrari back from Cecilia?”

“I wanted to.”

Clarence replied nonchalantly, before brushing past Miranda and walking into the mansion.

“You…”

Miranda was stunned. It was the first time Clarence had ever spoken to her in this way.

Had fever damaged his brain?

She was confused!

Miranda followed him into the mansion. “Clarence Howard, what’s with this attitude you’re giving me?”

“What sort of attitude do you want from me?” Clarence asked cooly as he stared at Miranda.

“You…” Miranda was speechless, and she remained silent for a few seconds before saying, “I was getting ready to pick you up from the hospital.”

“Oh, no need for that now. I’ve come back on my own,” Clarence replied quietly.

Then, he turned and walked up to the second floor.

The second floor was forbidden to Clarence. Miranda had never allowed him to go up there, but Clarence could not be bothered with those rules and regulations now.

“What are you doing?” Miranda frowned.

Clarence stood at the foot of the stairs. “What’s wrong? Do you want a divorce?

“That’s right. You once said that if I ever dared take a step onto the second floor, even if it were just one step up the stairs, you’d divorce me.

“Also, I’ve driven back home with Ferrari that Cecilia gave me.

“You want a divorce? Sure!

“Today’s Monday, so the Civil Affairs Bureau is open today. Want to go?”

Miranda stood still and stared at Clarence, looking at him as if he was a stranger.

At that moment, Miranda felt as if she did not know Clarence at all.

There was a massive wedge between them now, so much unfamiliarity between her and the man across from her.

She almost felt… like she had lost something!

“I’m sorry,” Miranda apologized.

“It’s not your fault. After all, there’s no love lost between us. You only married me because I saved your grandfather.” Clarence’s voice was eerily calm.

“You can get back together with your first love if you want to.

“Just please make sure you’ve properly divorced me first!

“Miranda Murphy, that is my last shred of dignity, as a man!”

Clarence turned and walked upstairs after he finished speaking.

Miranda stood still, shellshocked. It was the first time she had heard Clarence speak that way.

A couple of minutes later, Clarence walked back downstairs, holding a bunch of household goods that belonged to him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll never go to the second floor again. That’s your private living quarters,” Clarence told Miranda as he quietly walked into the guest room with his things.

Miranda stared at Clarence’s back, feeling dazed and as if there was an odd taste in her mouth.

“Clarence, things between Sheldon and I aren’t what you think they are. We didn’t…” Miranda tried explaining.

She might not love Clarence, but the feeling of being misunderstood was horrible.

“No need to explain,” Clarence said as he shook his head.

“Why aren’t you listening to my explanation?” Miranda was getting angry.

Why was Clarence not giving her the chance to explain?

Clarence laughed coldly. “Why should I listen to your explanation?

“Miranda Murphy! Ask yourself this question: have you ever listened to any of my explanations?

“That time in the hotel, I said I only rushed into the hotel room because I wanted to protect you. Did you believe me?

“William Keynes was going to take advantage of you while you were drunk!

“Think about that time your mom had a clot in her artery. I helped your mom unclog the vessel using silver needles so that she would not need to undergo surgery anymore.

“Did you listen to my explanation then? No, you called me an animal!

“Haha! Did you think that I, Clarence Howard, would be so useless and pathetic that I would try to lay my hands on my own mother-in-law?”

Miranda did not know how to respond to Clarence’s outburst.

“However, that’s all not important now,” Clarence shook his head lightly.

“I thought…” Miranda wanted to explain.

Clarence laughed. “You thought, indeed. What did you think?

“Yes, I had wicked intentions because I’m a pathetic fool!

“I raced into the hotel room because I wanted to rape you!

“I took off your mom’s gown because I’m a philanderer!

“Yes, I’ll admit it then. Your guesses were correct.

“You should be satisfied now!”

“You…”

Miranda finally realized how deep the misunderstandings that ran between her and Clarence were. A hint of regret blossomed in her heart.

Clarence had already shut the door to the guest room. His cold voice rang out from behind it, “This is the last time I’m letting you have your way. You can decide for yourself!

“Let me know if you want a divorce. I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”