He had been so busy these days, so what if he didn’t have the time to read the message?
She hesitated for a moment and dialed his number directly.
The “Doo, Doo, Doo—" sound went on and on and she almost thought that the call was going to end when he finally picked up his phone.
"Something wrong?" His voice was calm and did not convey much of his emotion.
"It's Friday." Joyce didn’t want to be too straightforward this time.
"So what?"
"What day is it? You don't remember?" Joyce asked in surprise.
"Didn't I arrange for Aaron to pick you up after you were discharged from the hospital? I'm sorry I had some business and couldn't make it over. What other questions do you have? I'm in a meeting, I'll call you back later." Luther answered as if Joyce was calling to question him about why he hadn't picked her up from the hospital.
Joyce instantly exploded in anger, "Wait! Don't hang up! Let me finish! Did you forget something important?"
"What is it?"
"Today we are going to the court and get a divorce certificate!" She directly questioned, "Do you really have forgotten about that?"
On the phone, there was a moment of silence and stagnation.
Halfway through the day, Luther said, "Got it."
"What's the use of knowing? You're still in Clarenworth, when will you be back?" Joyce was simply speechless.
"There is a meeting in the morning and we will be back at noon. Perhaps we will be back to Khebury a little after two in the afternoon," Luther’s tone was colder and colder.
"Okay, I'll be waiting for you at the court. Come before three." Joyce breathed a sigh of relief and admonished, "Remember, bring your ID card!!! Don't be late. We still have to wait, and we don’t have much time! The counter will close at four thirty."
"Good." He said nothing more than that. And on the other end of the phone, it was impossible for Joyce to distinguish his emotions.
"Definitely, bring your ID!" Joyce stressed again.
"Got it. Got to go now, I'm in a meeting."
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