He opened his mouth, hesitated, then nodded, watching me cautiously with a hint of flattery, "There's an issue at the company, but if you don't want me to go, I'll stay here."
Lowering my gaze, I suppressed the nausea rising within me and shook my head. "There's not much going on here anymore. You can go ahead."
Before leaving, he looked back at me reluctantly, though his steps were resolute. A man whose heart has left, there's no point holding on to him.
When the doctor told me I could be discharged, I went to the research institute. I said, "Doctor, I'm here to activate my bionic robot."
Wearing a lab coat, he led me to a laboratory and asked, "Miss Bosch, do you have any specific requirements for the parameters of your bionic robot?"
I shook my head, then suddenly asked, "Will she divorce my husband?"
The doctor adjusted his glasses. "You can configure her to divorce him. Without this parameter, it'll depend on how she calculates things herself." In the end, I didn't adjust any parameters.