From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 96

The memory of that bowl of spicy turkey noodles she’d made for Max came rushing back to her. Was that why his stomach had been upset? The thought alone made Eleanor feel awful. Maybe Mr. Clarkson had been quietly putting up with her mistake for two days and was just waiting to confront her.

But then, as she watched Max finish another bowl of vegetable soup that day, he didn’t even flinch.

“Mr. Clarkson, don’t you have anything to say to me?” Eleanor finally blurted out. She was nervous, but she couldn’t just let it go.

Max glanced up, one eyebrow raised. “Should I?”

Eleanor reached for the bottle of antacids she’d noticed earlier. “I saw these, Mr. Clarkson. Was it because I took you to the convenience store the other day? Did the food hurt your stomach?”

Max immediately understood why she looked so torn up and guilty.

“No,” he said, not even pausing to think. “I drank a little when I got home that night. That’s what upset my stomach. My doctor keeps telling me to cut down on alcohol.”

Eleanor let out a breath she’d been holding, relief washing over her. Still, she couldn’t help looking at him with a hint of disapproval. “You should really listen to your doctor, Mr. Clarkson. No more drinking, okay?”

Max found her concern kind of amusing. It wasn’t often that anyone tried to boss him around, and here she was, totally fearless, not even realizing she might be overstepping. He narrowed his eyes a little and smiled. “Alright.”

After two days in the hospital, Olga bounced back as if nothing had happened and was soon running around at home again.

Autumn had brought Marleigh her homemade herbal soup a couple more times, and it really seemed to help Marleigh sleep better. One afternoon, Autumn came home practically glowing. She waved two invitations in her hand.

“Peter, guess what I’ve got!”

Peter’s eyes widened with excitement. “Mom, Marleigh actually gave you the invitations?”

“She did. Peter, you have to be on your very best behavior at her birthday party tomorrow.” Autumn’s tone was serious. “Didn’t you say Max from the Clarkson family kind of misunderstood you? This is your chance to fix that and make a good impression.”

Peter nodded quickly. “I will, Mom.”

Jessie also got her own invitation, thanks to Katie.

Peter frowned, but he didn’t think much of it. He scribbled his signature. “That’s it, right?” He was eager to get going.

The courier couldn’t help but be surprised at how calm rich people could be. Getting a court summons didn’t even faze him. “That’s all. Have a good day.” Then he hopped on his scooter and rode off.

Peter handed the package to the butler, barely glancing at it. “Just open it and leave it in my study. I’ll check it later.”

“Yes, sir.”

Once Autumn and Peter had left, the butler opened the package. When he saw the document inside, he froze.

It was a court summons. The defendant’s name was Peter Clarkson. The plaintiff was Eleanor.

Reason for the lawsuit: divorce.

Divorce? Eleanor wanted to divorce Peter?