10

At Tideview Manor, Kalus was rendered speechless for a moment when his ex-wife hung up the phone on him.

She was so icy and assertive. How was she the same woman who cried and begged him not to divorce her?

In the past three years, did she not feel anything for him? Did she only tolerate his family for some purpose?

Kalus was becoming more furious the longer he thought about it.

"Mr. Mike, your coffee."

Ian came in and saw his boss's stern expression, so he inquired tentatively, "Have you called the young madam? Did you get her new phone number?"

Kalus hit his forehead in frustration. He was so mad a moment ago that he had forgotten the reason he placed the call.

He thought he would be happy when Amara left, but he was just angry and frustrated because she was with Frank.

How could she play with his emotions?

"Maybe some other time. I am not in the mood to deal with that woman now."

Kalus took the coffee and frowned after a sip.

"What is wrong? The taste is bad."

"But I made it according to the recipe the young madam gave me." Ian rubbed his head in confusion.

"Recipe?"

"The young madam gave a small notebook to me before she left. She wrote down your food and fluid habits and allergies. She even noted down everything that you had with a particular date and time." 

So saying, Ian took out the small notebook and handed it over to Kalus.

Kalus took it and stalled to open it.

What he discovered were pages of neat handwriting that was as orderly as Amara used to be, before divorce.

"Put a pinch of salt in the coffee to enhance the flavor. Kalus likes it that way."

"Kalus had two bowls of seafood chowder with fresh scallops this afternoon. I should make it for him more often in the future."

“Kalus doesn’t like sweet foods. Next time, I’ll make cheese crackers or butter cake for teatime. Maybe he’ll like them.”

“I bought several ties for Kalus last year, but he has never worn any of the ones with red elements. Kalus probably hates red.”

Kalus.

Kalus.

Kalus.

Every sentence in the notebook was about him.

Kalus was shocked as he slowly turned the pages. He was also holding his breath as if he was afraid that he would accidentally blow the words on the pages away.

His eyes gradually darkened, and he clenched the book so hard that the paper wrinkled.

"She's examining me in great detail. This only serves to prove that she has ulterior motives!"

Although Kalus had mixed feelings about what was recorded in the notebook, he was still angry with Dera. He thus simply threw the notebook into the bin.

Mr. Mike, don't throw it away! The young madam has worked so hard to discover all this information about you for the past three years. If she doesn't love you, why would she bother to remember your preferences? It's a reflection of her love for you!" Ian promptly picked it up, feeling sympathy for Dera.

"Don't call her Young Madam. She doesn't deserve it!

They then heard some noises outside the study.

It seemed to be coming from the right side of the corridor.

That was Amara's room.

"Go and see what is going on." Kalus rubbed his temples in fatigue.

Ian swiftly went out of the study and returned in a hurry with a multifaceted expression.

"Mr. Mike, Ms. Osita made the noise. She…"

"What did Lydia do?"

"She's tearing up everything in Young Mad… I mean, your ex-wife's bedroom."

"Lydia was throwing a tantrum in Amara's bedroom by this time.

"This bitch! She's just a country girl! Why is she being so arrogant just because the old man spoils her? What's so great about that stupid bracelet anyway?! How dare she look down on me!"

When Dera signed the divorce papers, she left the house with nothing. This gave an opportunity for Lydia to throw Dera's skincare products and decorations by the bed onto the floor like garbage.

The room was in disarray when Kalus came in.

"Lydia! What are you doing?" Kalus frowned.

"I hate that there are traces of her in here!"

Lydia: "If it weren't for her, we would not have lost three whole years together. She took my place, yet she's making me out to be the villain! She's making me out to be a homewrecker!"

"Lydia, you are not a homewrecker. Don't jump to conclusions."

Kalus's eyes darkened. He stooped to pick up the jade toad that had been shattered on the floor.

He was shocked to notice that the statue of the toad winked and flashed a peace sign.

It made him smile.

In the meantime, Lydia opened the closet and threw Amara's clothes out.

"What's this?"

Lydia opened a big box casually and saw a finely tailored man's suit made from costly materials.

"Hah! Is this a gift Amara had prepared for Mr. Denz? Has she gotten herself another husband so soon?"

On hearing this, Kalus looked gloomy and went to take the box.

"Kalus, this woman is awful! I thought she married you because she loved you and would really take care of you. It turned out that she was fooling you!"

Lydia's eyes were red. She picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table and rushed forward to slash the suit.

Kalus had quick reflexes, so he shielded the box with his body.

As a result, the knife slashed Kalus’s arm, and bright red blood soaked through his white shirt.

“Ah! OMG! I’m so sorry, Kalus!”

The knife in Lydia’s hand fell to the floor. She was so scared that she covered her mouth, and her mind went blank. All she could do was cry.

“OMG! What’s going on?!”

Zera came in with a few maids. She was frightened when she saw Kalus was injured. There was blood dropping onto the white carpet, which turned red. "Kalus, why did you cut yourself?!"

"Ian, get a car ready to take Ms. Osita home." Kalus endured the pain and despaired.

"Kalus, I don't want to go home. I want to be with you!" Lydia soon embraced Kalus.

"Right. You should let Lydia stay here. It's so late. She can take care of you since you're injured." Zera wished to seize the opportunity to do a good deed for her niece.

It was in Zera's best interest that Kalus and Lydia got married, so she wished that Lydia could stay overnight and sleep with Kalus tonight.

"No, she has to go home." To her surprise, Kalus insisted.

"Lydia will be your wife eventually anyway."

"When we are married, we will have all the time in the world to be together. Now, she needs to stay at home so that she gets to spend more time with her family. Secondly, Amara and I have not yet completed the divorce, so it's not appropriate for Lydia to stay here."

With the mention of this, Zera had nothing more to say.

Having sent Lydia away, Kalus looked at the state of the room and sighed. He ordered the maids to tidy up the mess.

"Mr. Mike, come and look!"

Ian stood in front of the closet with a look of astonishment and pulled out a decorated costume.

Kalus went and took a close look at the costume. The dress was a soft-pink, smooth-textured material embroidered with realistic peonies. He could see at a glance that it had to be very expensive.

Peonies symbolize real beauty.

His long eyelashes fluttered, and his mind faltered.

"Does the young madam perform on stage? If that's the case, she's fantastic!" Ian admired. He always had a new impression of his boss's ex-wife.

Ian also couldn't understand why his boss despised such a fashionable and beautiful woman.

"Haven't you ever heard of a saying?"

"Huh?"

"Actors are good liars."

Kalus pressed his thin lips into a straight line and felt inexplicably irritated.