I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 2

Joanna was Oliver’s treasure. He had protected and loved her since childhood. Of course, he would not let others beat her. To him, Marshall Clark was a good-for-nothing.

Oliver wished more than anything to simply grab a knife and fight Marshall. However, he suddenly remembered that Jason was still waiting for him in the hospital to pay the medical fees. His heart sank again.

Joanna also sensed that something was wrong with Oliver. She took the key to open the door and asked him with tears in her eyes. “Oliver, you… Is there anything wrong?”

After entering the house, Oliver sat down on a chair and sighed gloomily. Then, he looked up at Joanna and said, “Joanna, please divorce Marshall. He’s just a weasel. You should leave him. But I don’t have time to help you now. Dad… is sick and hospitalized!”

As he spoke, Oliver remembered something else and got up, heading toward his bedroom. He kept a passbook on the top

of his mother’s wooden wardrobe, which was part of her dowry back then. That account had 4,000 dollars, and a small vase was placed on top of the passbook.

Oliver thought, “I’ll use the 4,000 dollars first and then think of the next step slowly. The operation must be done to save Dad’s life!”

The vase was a little old. It was picked up by Oliver’s deceased grandfather from the junkyard. Oliver had even planted golden pothos in it during junior high school but stopped after the plant died.

The wardrobe was a little tall. Oliver, who was five feet seven inches, could not reach the top even if he stood on tiptoes. He stretched out his fingertips as far as he could to touch the vase.

Bang!

As Oliver used pulled the passbook outward with his fingertips, the vase fell and hit right on his forehead.

“Ouch!”

Not knowing whether it was blood or some other liquid flowing into his eyes, Oliver was instantly unable to see and squatted on the ground, covering his eyes.

Joanna heard the noise and ran in. Seeing Oliver’s hands and face covered in blood, she panicked and called 911 immediately.

Two hours later, Oliver sat in the doctor’s office with gauze wrapped around his eyes. The doctor said to him and Joanna, “The fragments of the vase have cut the skin on your forehead. The blood mixed with the residual liquid in the vase infected your eyes, resulting in temporary blindness. I have cleaned it up. You can remove the gauze at home tomorrow morning. There should be no big problem. If you experience any discomfort, please come to the hospital to check again.”

Joanna felt relieved when she heard that it was nothing serious. She helped Oliver go downstairs and then took a taxi home. Oliver wanted to cry but had no tears. He had no choice but to suffer in silence. He did not dare to share much with Joanna because he was afraid she would be more worried, and she would have an even harder time.

alone! What should I

so tired that he went to bed and fell into a deep

to ask Oliver to eat it. However, seeing that he did

slept until

opened his eyes, all he could

blindly before feeling the gauze and remembering what had

the gauze himself that morning. So, he reached out to untie the knot behind his head and then unwind the gauze around

gauze was undone, Oliver

sunlight. Day had just broken, and the sun had just risen. The sunlight was

window was the birch tree with dense branches and

leaves of the birch tree, his gaze paused for a few seconds.

I having

withdrew his gaze and looked at the wardrobe right in front of the

antique, and the red paint had come off a lot. People nowadays no longer fancy that kind of old furniture made of wood. It was unaesthetic and not fashionable. However, when Oliver’s gaze fixed on the wardrobe, the words suddenly appeared like an illusion in his mind again: (14 years old and made of fir wood. Manufactured in 1993. Craftsmanship: Low-grade. Value assessment: Not

was stunned and thought, “How strange! This illusion is

before Calista

tree outside the window every day since he

then.

but it felt real. Oliver wondered what

a while. Spotting the phone next to the pillow, he picked it up and saw that the time

5.99-inch screen, 2560 x 1440 pixels. Battery capacity: 3400mA. Android 7.1 System. 6GB RAM, 64GB body

Oliver was stunned.

information in Oliver’s mind was very accurate. He bought the phone in 2017. It had been four years since then, and no one would want it even if he threw it out. It was indeed

in my

idea. He took out his wallet under the pillow and stared at

leather wallet. Produced by Juxshire Horizon Leather Factory on April 11, 2016. Craftsmanship:

“Shoot!”

jumped up in

was beginning to understand that the information that appeared in his mind was not an illusion. Instead, whenever he stared at something, the details of the object he was staring at would appear in his mind, including the object’s craftsmanship and

an impressive ability? Is it because of the