After Divorce, My General Husband Chosin…
Chapter 352: Such Hatred for Her
“General Hawthorne, are you trying to kill me?” Kuchard asked, his face filled with disbelief. He had never imagined a day when Frederick would press a gun to his head. The reason? Frederick couldn’t move on from Claire’s death.
Richard suddenly laughed, reaching out to grip the gun barrel. “Fine. If shooting me can wake you up, then do it. I can’t bear to watch you torment yourself like this day after day.”
Frederick grew angrier as Richard grasped his gun. Richard closed his eyes. But in the end, Frederick lowered the gun.
“Get out!” Frederick roared.
“Alright, but you can’t keep going on like this. You must take care of yourself,” Richard said, then turned to leave the room. Frederick gripped the gun, the muzzle pointing down.
Chapter 352: Such Hatred for Her
Three words echoed in his mind: “Claire is dead.” It felt as though someone had ripped out his heart and stuffed a stone in its place. At first, it seemed like nothing was wrong. But as time went on, the blood struggled to flow, and breath became harder to draw. The pain set in.
He went about his life—working, sleeping, eating, doing all the routine things as if nothing had happened. Yet, deep down, he was already shattered. The pieces couldn’t be brought back together. He didn’t know how much time had passed before he suddenly shouted. His roar was primal, like a wild beast finally finding a way to vent after being trapped for too long. When the outburst subsided, his eyes were bloodshot.
Footsteps sounded outside the door.
“Frederick, I went to the Kingstown Security Department, planning to bring you food, but they told me you’d collapsed and been taken to the hospital. I was so scared. I rushed over immediately. What happened? Why did you suddenly faint? What did the doctor say?” Caroline said, rushing into the room.
Over the past few days, even though Frederick maintained his usual routine of working and eating, he hadn’t spoken a single word to Caroline. Initially, Caroline thought his silence was due to Claire’s recent death and assumed he needed time to process his grief. But as the days passed, she began to believe that Claire’s death hadn’t truly affected him. Feeling reassured, she decided it was time to make her move. Now that a few days had passed, she figured it was the right moment to reassert her presence. He hadn’t come home last night, and she had thought it was work again. She had prepared a good meal, but when she arrived at the Kingstown Security Department, they told her about Frederick’s sudden faint. So, she rushed to his side.
“It’s nothing. Just tired recently. You can go back now,” Frederick replied. For some reason, the sight of Caroline reminded him of the horrific moment when Claire had burned to death.
“Oh, as long as you’re okay,” Caroline said. “You’ve been working so hard lately. You need to take care of yourself. I made your favorite food. You haven’t eaten yet, right? Come have a taste.”
Oblivious to Frederick’s bad mood, she grabbed the containers.
“Just leave it there. I’ll eat when I’m hungry,” Frederick said, frowning.
“You should eat while it’s hot. I put so much effort into making it,” she insisted, opening the containers.
“I said, I’ll eat when I’m hungry,” Frederick suddenly yelled. Caroline was startled, dropping the knife and fork.
“Frederick, why are you yelling at me?” she murmured pitifully.
“Get out!” Frederick bellowed, his rage flaring up again. For the first time, he felt such overwhelming hatred toward her. He grabbed the nearest object and hurled it in her direction. He didn’t realize he had picked up a pair of surgical scissors from the medical cart beside him.