After I finished eating, Maria cleared the dishes. With nothing else to do—and my injury making it difficult to move—I lay down to rest.
"You should head home, sir. It's already past nine," Maria said gently. "I'll take care of Mrs. Blackwood. You can come back tomorrow."
Alexander nodded. "I'll return in the morning. Take care of her."
He picked up his coat and was about to leave when I suddenly called out, "Don't forget to bring the divorce settlement agreement tomorrow—mine as well."
He stopped and turned back, his brows furrowing. "Alicia, the divorce isn't urgent. You should focus on recovering first. You can barely see—how are you going to review the documents?"
I pressed my lips together. "I may not see clearly, but you can read it to me."
It's not like I'm completely blind.
"The agreement has already been signed," he said, his tone tightening. "What difference does a few more days make? Why are you in such a hurry to finalize the divorce?"
