Seeing that his wife was angry, Nathan Fletcher broke out in a cold sweat and scrambled to explain. "Honey, listen to me. It wasn't a lie, just a well-intentioned one—"
"So Tristan Sterling's leg is completely fine?!" Wendy Wyatt's eyes narrowed, radiating danger.
"Well..." Nathan Fletcher gave a dry laugh and scratched his eyebrow.
"Nathan Fletcher, you even lied to me!"
Wendy Wyatt was utterly furious. Her voice skyrocketed, and her eyes blazed with fire.
"Aren't you and Holly Sinclair best friends…" Nathan Fletcher said helplessly. 'It's not easy trying to be a good guy.'
'He'd gone to all this trouble just to help his best friend. Was his life easy?'
"You're really something else, Nathan Fletcher!"
Wendy Wyatt laughed in anger, nodding repeatedly as she gave him a thumbs-up.
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away.
"Honey~" Nathan Fletcher hurriedly grabbed her arm.
"Divorce!!"
Wendy Wyatt viciously shook off his hand, angrily spitting out the single word.
