Chapter 1535 - 1527: Wherever My Eyes Fall, There Is Eternity: Wanting a Divorce

Watching Violet Zimmerman’s reaction, Joseph Lancaster chuckled and said, "Sister-in-law is my brother’s wife, who else would he care for if not her!"

When Joseph said this, Violet Zimmerman felt even more uncomfortable.

The fruits were clearly bought by him, yet he was helping his brother Daxton Lancaster get the credit.

"That’s true." Ophelia Williams’ eyes narrowed with her smile, happy as a mother to see her daughter marry such a good husband.

She handed the fruit plate Joseph brought to her daughter on the hospital bed, "These precious grapes, I won’t eat them, Violet, you have more, it’ll help you recover faster."

"Aunt, you have some too, I’ll buy more for sister-in-law tomorrow." In his urgency, Joseph let slip.

Ophelia turned back, "What did you say?"

Fortunately, Joseph reacted quickly, scratching his head with a smile, "Oh, I meant my brother will buy more for sister-in-law tomorrow!"

"Ah!" Ophelia turned back again, satisfied as she looked at the grapes in her hand, "They say men fear choosing the wrong path, women fear marrying the wrong man, Violet, marrying Daxton is a blessing our Zimmerman Family has earned from a past life!"

Hearing her mother’s satisfied sigh, Violet Zimmerman truly understood what it meant to suffer silently.

She faintly curled her lips without responding as Ophelia picked a grape and fed it to her daughter, "Here, have one, don’t waste Daxton’s efforts."

Joseph stood by the hospital bed, a youthful smile on his lips, his eyes tender as he looked at his sister-in-law on the bed.

After swallowing a grape, Violet Zimmerman looked up at Joseph, "Joseph, you should go back, my mother can take care of me."

"Sister-in-law, I promised my brother to help take care of you!" Joseph’s face showed urgency, the twenty-one-year-old man was true to his word.

"Go home, child, I’ll stay tonight to take care of her, we mother and daughter haven’t seen each other for a while, we should chat."

With Ophelia saying this, Joseph couldn’t insist further, he took his lunchbox and enamel mug to the canteen to get two servings of rice, left them, and then left.

In the evening, after eight, the duty nurse went around the wards urging lights out, the mother and daughter lay on their respective hospital beds, Violet Zimmerman’s left arm was in a cast, so she had to lie on her back.

Ophelia turned over, her back facing her daughter, "Violet, how did this happen, barely leaving the house, how did you end up falling down the stairs? Imagine how worried your father and I were when we got the call from Daxton this morning!"

In the darkness, Violet stared at the ceiling she couldn’t see, her voice somewhat ethereal.

"Mom, if I were to divorce Daxton, would Dad blame me?"

"What did you say?"

Ophelia bolted upright from the bed, supporting herself with the bed frame, turning to look at her daughter.

"Violet, you can’t be serious?"

"Mom, I want to divorce Daxton."

Gazing at the pitch-black ceiling, Violet said, it was only now, with her mother visiting, that she made up her mind—even if divorcing meant being talked about or potentially not remarrying, she still wanted the divorce.

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A few seconds later, Ophelia suddenly sat cross-legged.

"Child, what’s got you thinking like this? Daxton is so good to you! He provides you with the best, buys you expensive fruits, yet you don’t appreciate your good fortune. So tell me, what’s wrong with Daxton?"

Ophelia angrily rebuked, not waiting for her daughter to speak before continuing her scolding.

"He’s out working hard all day, letting you stay home with servants attending to you, what more could you want!"