The three-month notice for divorce was a new regulation. Getting a divorce was really quite troublesome. Even so, Zoey didn't mind the trouble because she couldn't stand being with Laurence for a second longer. Jason nodded and said, "I'll send someone with you tomorrow." Zoey shook her head and waved away the offer, "It's not worth the trouble." Jason did not insist but asked, "Can you handle him?" Zoey didn't know how to answer him because it would be useless even if she brought someone with her. Nobody could handle Laurence because he was way too tough. The hard way never worked on him, and everything depended on his mood. He did as he pleased according to his whim and could get angry at any moment. His bad temper was hard to predict. But who gave him the right to go back on his word now when he had forced her to abide by the terms of the contract last time? It was unreasonable. He should be ashamed for not keeping his promise.If Laurence had dragged their marriage on and
Zoey was worried he wouldn't know the flow of events, so she explained it clearly. She had even planned out what to do if Laurence disagreed. She rambled on with her head lowered, not looking at him. Laurence's body was stiff as if his blood was turning to ice. He interrupted her, "Your uncle is no saint."Zoey fell silent. Laurence couldn't explain the animosity he felt towards Jason. He didn't know if it was because of what he had done to Sarah or the envy Laurence harbored in his heart. He would make use of the chance to satisfy his own selfish needs. "He only brought his gang of men to pose threats this time, but what if he does something next time? What if he commits rape, records it, and spreads it around?" Laurence questioned calmly.Zoey looked up slowly, her gaze pure and innocent. "So, should I be thanking you for not killing my uncle?" "That's not what I meant." Laurence gazed at her pale face and took a step closer to her. She retreated as he stopped before her. "But
Zoey had done more research into the divorce than Laurence had, so she said, "You have to sign it in person." She felt relieved hearing Laurence give in because she had been so afraid that he wasn't done venting his anger on her and wanted to keep holding on to her to torment her longer. It seemed like he had chosen to let her go and let himself go. They should never have tormented each other this way from the beginning. What good would it do for them to be the end of each other?Zoey's attitude towards him improved because of what he said. She finally didn't have to be so frigid and defensive towards him like an enemy, and she tried discussing matters with him nicely. "I'm sure you can find some time tomorrow. How about I discuss all the details with Mr. Croft, and you show up at the Civil Affairs Bureau to sign the papers?" She tried her best to please him since it was the last time she’d have to. She pursed her lips and continued, "I'm sure you can trust Mr. Croft. He's a very
The divorce papers were separated into a set for each of them. Zoey went to the marital affairs department with hers and handed them to the clerk. The clerk glanced at Mr. Croft and said, "Is he your husband?" Zoey was nonplussed and answered truthfully, "No. He's my husband's lawyer." The clerk frowned and couldn't understand why the other party hadn't shown up for something as important as a divorce. Her workload was heavy, and she couldn't help being short-tempered. She got even more frustrated when something like this happened. "Please call your husband and ask him to be present. You can't get married alone. The same goes for a divorce," she said. Zoey already expected this because she had done some research online. She had thought that since Mr. Croft hadn't pointed it out, perhaps it wasn't mandatory for Laurence to be present. "I'll contact him right away," said Zoey. "Next."Zoey walked into the corridor to call Laurence. Before dialing his number, she looked at Mr
"Uncle Jason, shouldn't you be at the hospital? Why are you here?" Zoey asked as she jogged towards them, frowning as she examined her uncle worriedly. Looking at him up close, his complexion didn't look too well because he hadn't recovered from his injury. He had undergone surgery, after all, which was very taxing on his health."I was able to get out of bed today, and I was worried he would bully you, so I came over to check on you," he said. Zoey shook her head and said, "He didn't bully me today. We've just finished the procedure." Since it was over, Zoey didn't want to bring it up anymore. She held Jason's hand, anxiously pulling him into the car. "Let's go back to the hospital. How could you be so careless about your health?"Jason got pushed inside the car compliantly, but when the door closed, he looked out into the distance. Laurence was standing under an elm tree, watching them in silence. Right then, he was reticent and stood motionlessly. It was a rare occasion where he
Jason's suspicions slowly faded as he watched Zoey’s expression. She put aside the pasta and ate some vegetables. She was feeling better and less nauseous than before. Without noticing, she finished her lunch with no leftovers. After finishing his own food, Jason asked, "When are you planning to move? Do you need my help?" Zoey seriously contemplated the offer and shook her head, saying, "I don't have much stuff. I can just take a taxi." Henry spoke up suddenly, "I drove today. I'll go with you later."Jason gave Henry a hard stare, seemingly sensing something in the air. Before Zoey could answer, he interjected, "That sounds okay too. Get going earlier in the afternoon."Zoey nodded and agrreed, "Oh, okay." Jason still needed a checkup in the afternoon and get his wound rebandaged. Zoey watched her uncle being wheeled into the checkup room before leaving with Henry. Henry's car was parked outside the hospital. Zoey opened the door to the backset, changed her mind and circled
"Why are you still standing there?" Laurence didn't seem to have much patience left, as if he was in a hurry to erase the bad memories. The housekeeper could only do as she was told as it was obvious her master was in a bad mood. The servants were deathly silent, not daring to make a single sound. They went upstairs and packed up all of Zoey's clothes. Countless pieces of designer clothing had been sent to the house every season. The clothes alone filled more than ten huge boxes, excluding the branded luxury handbags. The servants thought it was a pity throwing everything out. Besides, Zoey would probably get upset when she returned and found the wardrobe empty. "Should we really throw everything away? What if Mr. Scott's just saying this while he’s in a bad mood?" "I don't think Mr. Scott is being impulsive." Although the housekeeper didn't know exactly what was going on, she more or less guessed Laurence's thoughts from years of observing his moods. "Miss Zoey won't be coming
Laurence swiped the entertainment news page away, but the picture was branded on his mind. He couldn't brush it off. He shut off his phone and turned to return to the room, shutting out the moonlight. He tossed his phone onto the bed, overwhelmed with an indescribable sense of exhaustion. Laurence had always been in control, but nothing had gone his way in the past two days. He felt distracted at work too. He sat against the headboard with the divorce papers resting on the bedside table under the dim light. He hadn't read it thoroughly in the morning but had time now. He scanned every word in the document. His sore eyes felt even more tired. Laurence gripped the papers so hard that the skin over his knuckles went white. He locked the papers in the bedside drawer to get them out of sight. When he first met Zoey, he had never thought this day would come. The ending he had pictured was supposed to be peaceful and consensual, but in reality, he hadn't been calm at all. Love was uncontr