When Daisy Buchanan woke up in the hospital, a silent figure was sitting by her bedside. She smiled at him, "Tom, youre here?"
Tom Robinson saw the smile on her lips and was even more angry: "Daisy Buchanan, are you joking with your own body? Do you know what condition youre in now? If it werent for my timely arrival, who knows what would have happened to you——"
Daisy knew Toms temper well and could only appease him with a smile, "...Now that Im sick, you cant be angry with me..."
"And you know youre sick?! Do you know how serious your illness is?! Daisy Buchanan, you said you wanted to get married, you liked Atticus Finch, and you told me not to touch him, okay, I fulfilled your wish. I helped you deceive everyone, helped you hide everything, but how did you, the Buchanan familys eldest daughter, end up with late-stage stomach cancer?!"
"So, I divorced him," Daisy pursed her lips, her hand hidden under the blanket clenched into a fist, her voice hoarse, "Tom, Ive set him free..."
Tom was frustrated, "Daisy Buchanan——!"
She looked up at him, "Dont tell my family, okay?"
"Such a big thing and you dont want me to say anything?!"
Daisys face was pale, and she reached out to touch her abdomen, "If they find out, the baby... it wont be saved."
"I can keep it a secret for you, but come back to the capital with me."
Seeing Daisy was about to refuse, Tom continued, "This is the only condition I can agree to, otherwise, forget it!"
Looking at Toms resolute expression, she could only nod, "Okay... I agree."
Once he got the answer he wanted, Tom immediately said, "As soon as you recover a bit, Ill arrange for someone to take you back."
Of course, before he left, how could he not give Atticus Finch a grand gift?
Since he dared to treat Daisy Buchanan like this, he should pay a price, right?
...
After Daisy and Atticus divorced, he never saw her again.
Atticus sat in his office, staring blankly at his phone that had been black for a while.
This phone was given to him by Daisy Buchanan. She claimed that this phone number could only belong to her, and there was no second contact on this phone, but... he had never received a call from her.
Even when she contacted him, she always called the number that everyone knew...
Atticus didnt know what he was expecting. He picked up the phone that was placed on his office desk where he could see it at a glance, swiped the screen, and restarted it...
The secretary came in at this moment.
"Mr. Finch, this is the file you wanted," the secretary said, placing the file on his desk and continuing, "But theres no news about Mrs. Finch... I havent found out in the past few days."
A sentence, Atticuss eyebrows suddenly tightened, "No news?" What does that mean?
The secretary was a little uneasy for a moment, "I only found out that a week ago, Mrs. Finch was taken to the hospital after leaving the County Clerks Office, and then——"
"What happened to her?"
The secretary hurriedly replied, "No, nothing, the news I got was just that Mrs. Finch fainted, but she woke up soon..."
"And then?" Atticus himself didnt realize how urgent his voice was when he asked this question.
"And then... then, the next day when I sent someone to check, Mrs. Finch was just... gone..." The secretary saw Atticuss expression getting colder and colder, and almost said in a trembling voice, "But Ive been looking for people... Mrs. Finch hasnt been back to Bluewater Mansion since leaving the hospital, I..."
How could he not know she hadnt been back?
Since he got that divorce certificate, she had completely disappeared from his world.
In fact, he had been wondering why he was looking for her, wanting to know about her.
"Keep looking," Atticus said coldly, "Also, check the hospital carefully, what exactly happened to her."
No matter what tricks she wanted to play, no matter if she was playing hard to get again, he just wanted to know where she was now, and he didnt want her to leave so unclearly...
The news of Atticus and Daisys divorce quickly spread among that group of friends.
They knew too well how Atticus had been living these five years, but the Atticus after the divorce was too different from what they had imagined.
Because since Atticus divorced, he had become more and more silent, even sitting alone on one side, always daydreaming, his eyes wandering severely.
Nick Carraway took a look at his friend who had been drinking alone on one side, he held his glass and sat down next to him, asking him, "I say, whats going on with you?"
Atticus put down his glass, looking indifferent, "Whats going on?"
Nick snorted, "Whats going on, you dont know? If you really like her, then you should chase her back. Youre drinking alone every day, whats that about?"
Atticus sneered, "Do you think I like Daisy Buchanan?"
Nick shrugged, he didnt mention any names just now, this was his own words.
"No way, in this life, I will never like that woman! That womans tricks..."
"Dont say these words to deceive yourself. Her tricks at the beginning were a bit despicable, but Atticus, ask yourself sincerely, if it hadnt been for that incident back then, would you have liked her?"
Atticus pursed his lips and didnt speak.
Just when Nick thought Atticus wouldnt speak anymore, he heard him say, "No."
"No matter what shes like, I, Atticus Finch, will never fall in love with that heartless woman."
"You..." Nick didnt know if Daisy had done something else he didnt know about, so he had to give up and not say more, "As long as you dont regret it."
"Regret?" Regret divorcing Daisy Buchanan? No, he wouldnt.
The blockage in his heart made him more and more irritable.
He poured a glass of wine and, to Nicks astonishment, he drank it in one gulp.