"Thank him?" I was taken aback. Shouldn't my dad be the one thanking me? It was me who sacrificed my marriage for the sake of the photos, even though my dad was unaware of it.

My dad sighed, "Ah, in the past, I had a deep prejudice against him. I always felt that he didn't care about you and didn't take me and your mom seriously. But in this matter, I realized that he is actually quite good."

I was puzzled and asked, "Dad, what did you say?"

So my dad began to tell a story, Ashlee was from Crocus City. Evie had been there for years and had a strong network. So my dad asked Ernie for help. Ernie immediately passed on the task to Frederic, who went to Crocus City a couple of days ago and resolved the issue.

And I had no idea about this matter from beginning to end. I even misunderstood that Frederic was trying to find a handle to kick me out.

The pomelo in my hand fell down, and I felt like I was on a roller coaster, my mind went blank. Greta asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Alright, anyway, remember to bring Frederic back for dinner during this period. I want to personally thank him," my dad said and hung up the phone.

I hesitated for a while before realizing it.

Greta thought I had developed a brain injury and was so scared that she wanted to ring the bell to call the doctor and nurse. I quickly stopped her and said, "Greta, I think I may have wrongly accused Frederic, what should we do?"

When I recounted the incident, Greta also fell silent. She must have been caught off guard, just like me.

"Where are the photos?" Greta said after a while.

I pulled out those photos from under the pillow, "In this..."

We looked at each other and then there was a long silence.

If it weren't for Tristan coming to check the room, we would have been able to continue being shocked. When I saw him coming in, I quickly put away the photos.

"How do you feel today? Is your dizziness better?" Tristan asked as usual, posing some questions.

I answered briefly, but in my mind, the image of the night two days ago kept popping up, when Frederic threw the photo at me and walked away.

Greta had never witnessed such a bizarre event. She saw with her own eyes that I had been a flatterer for ten years. In her mind, Frederic treated me as if I were an enemy.

She got up and said to me, "I will go out and figure out this matter."

"What's going on?" Tristan asked, his hands tucked into the pockets of his white coat, his masked face revealing a pair of handsome eyes. His voice, muffled by the mask, was still alluring.

"Let's fix our hair, hers is messy," I ran my fingers through my own hair, "I need to as well."

"Divorce?" Tristan always spoke in the shortest words, delivering the most shocking content.

I stared at him blankly, "How did you know? Did Frederic tell you?"

He shrugged, "Well, I said it, Emilia was there the night you had the accident."

Just now I felt guilty for misunderstanding Frederic. But a few words from Tristan at this moment dispelled that feeling. Frederic also wants a divorce, otherwise why would he tell Tristan about it?

He was a man of his word. Once he said it, he would definitely get divorced.

I lowered my head, "Oh, you want to leave. In order to thank him for saving me, I also decided to give up all interests."

Tristan smiled and said, "Congratulations."

"Congratulations on my divorce?" I glared at him and said, "Or maybe you can congratulate me when I get married for the second time."