Chapter 117

Mercer’s face darkened as he cast a glance at her before turning and leaving in a huff.

Jasmine quickly ran out to see him off.

After they left, Calla continued chewing her food while slapping a soft pillow, cursing, "Mercer, you bastard… Bastard!"

After seeing Mercer off, Jasmine came back into the room and hesitantly asked, "Mrs. Garland, d-do you really have to do this? Mr. Garland is—"

"Don’t mention him to me again." Calla interrupted.

Jasmine shook her head and left the room.

From that day on, Calla began to try living peacefully here. Every morning, she would have Jasmine accompany her for walks in the nearby woods or by the creek, enjoying the fresh mountain air.

At noon, she would lie on a lounge chair on the terrace, basking in the sun. In the evenings, she would sit by the bay window to watch the stars.

In her free time, Calla would take out her books to study for the Certified Public Accountant exam. Her great ambition to become a public accountant had been put on