CHAPTER 2_Resigned Employees

Milton carried Olivia into the house, her hand wrapped around his shoulder. Getting into the house, he was expecting to see Charlotte in the house. He was waiting for her to come out and perhaps plead with him not to divorce.

“I heard my elder sister is married to you,” Oliva muttered, her gaze focused on him. “Why don’t I see her anywhere?”

He set her on the couch. “I already offered her the divorce papers, that Vixen has no place here after what she did to you.”

A pitiful look appeared on Olivia’s face. “It’s all my fault that you had to divorce Charlotte. If I didn’t wake up, you both would still be together. If I had died like she wanted me to, this wouldn’t have happened…”

“Pull yourself together Olivia. This has nothing to do with you, she got what she deserved…”

“But…”

“No buts.” He chimed in. “Forget about her. I will check if she is still home and if she is, I will make her sign the papers.”

Olivia nodded. 

“What do you want to eat? I will ask the maids to make it for you.”

“Check up on my older sister first,” she mumbled, slightly trembling. “I am terrified to see her after all these years.”

Milton's jaw flexed, his fist tightening. “I will do just that.” he turned around and walked away, heading for the room.

As soon as he was out of sight. The pitiful and innocent look left Oliva’s face. She had a wide smirk on her face as she leaned back against the sofa. 

Milton on the other hand walked into the room, he kicked the door open, and stormed in, expecting to see Charlotte but what he saw made his eyes widen. On the bed were torn pictures of them, including the wedding pictures. 

His eyes scanned the room, all her stuff was in there but he noticed them as the ones he had bought for her. The decorations of the room were rearranged like it was before she came into his house. 

Moving to the table, he found the divorce agreement on the table. Seeing that it was already signed, a frown appeared on his face. Just as he had suspected, Charlotte was only after getting everything that Olivia wanted out of spite. 

Hurrying out of the room, he ignored Olivia who was calling out to him, and walked into the kitchen. The pot was still hurled across the floor with the contents all over the floor. 

“Are you searching for Ms. Wilson?” The butler asked, appearing behind Milton. “She had already signed the divorce papers and left.”

“I know she has nowhere to go,” Milton muttered, a sneering smile appearing on his face. “Is she going to live on the streets? Or perhaps she had a man who would cater for her?”

“Four young men picked her up.” The butler confirmed. 

Milton punched the wall across the kitchen as soon as he heard what the butler had said. His eyes flashed in fury. The butler flinched and slowly backed away from him.

Charlotte.

How dare she sign the papers that easily?

He could have waited to see who would have the guts to pick her up. It was more like she had planned ahead, knowing that a day like this would come. Questions ran through his head as he tried to think of who would have picked her.

Charlotte had no friends, so it made no sense, and that only added to his building fury. 

“Are you okay?” Olivia appeared in front of the kitchen door, gripping the door to stop herself from falling. “I thought something was wrong? Did you find my sister?”

Milton's head snapped in her direction, her eyes flashing in concern. He brushed past the butler and picked up Olivia in his arms.

“You shouldn’t have left the sofa.” 

“I was worried, did anything happen?” She questioned. 

“Nothing happened.” He replied.

The butler sighed, a sad expression appearing on his face. ‘If only he was this nice to madam.’

“Tell the maid to make dinner for Olivia,” Milton said, glancing back at the butler.

“We don’t have a cook.” The butler revealed.

Stunned, he arched a brow. “What?”

“The last cook resigned and madam was the one cooking all the time. As for now, there isn’t a cook to make dinner.” The butler confirmed. “And I am out of the question because I can’t cook either.”

At the mention of Charlotte, a frown appeared on Olivia’s face.

“What about the current maids?”

“They turned in their resignation letter as soon as madam left.”

Milton was even more stunned. It all made sense that the pot was still across the floor. Not only had she been picked up by young men, but she went as far as taking his maids too. He hadn’t been bad with the maids, so one thing was sure.

She had asked the maids to resign. 

“Tomorrow, hire new maids or get back the previous one.” He ordered before turning his attention back to Olivia. “Let’s eat out today.”

“I can cook.”

“Not today,” he replied. “It would be better for us to eat out today. I don’t want to stress you.”

“We can eat out if you invite the family.” Olivia pouted. “It has been a while since I have seen your family. I want to meet them again.”

“Okay.” He smiled at her. 

He moved out of the kitchen. As soon as he left, the butler pulled out a letter from his pocket. It was a letter of resignation and he stared at it before sighing.

He pulled out a phone and dialed a number that the caller ID read ‘Mrs. Henderson.’

*****

Stepping into the restaurant were Milton and Olivia. His gaze focused on the people at the end of the room, his mother was glaring at him, he could sense it from afar. He held Olivia and walked towards the table.

Pulling out a chair for Olivia, he waited for her to sit. 

“Who is this bitch?” was the first question that came from someone at the table. It was Milton’s sister, Harper.