CHAPTER 4_Angry Milton

Milton’s frown deepened. The entire conversation was being recorded, and what made it worse was the expression she was giving him. She no longer looked at him with warmth, even though she had just signed the divorce agreement a few hours ago.

The people at the restaurant were now focused on Milton and Charlotte. A few recognized Milton, but they had no idea who Charlotte was.

“Who is she?” one person asked. “Isn’t that Milton Henderson?”

“I’ve always known he was married, but I had no idea I would get to see his wife on the day of their divorce.”

“He divorced her for his ex? Unbelievable.”

Seeing that everyone was speaking about him, Harper groaned. He was disgracing the family name yet again.

“Charlotte, come with me, and we will go to a private space and talk about this,” Milton bristled.

Charlotte frowned at him. “You still haven’t gotten it yet, Mr. Henderson. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.” She shoved her feelings aside and turned to her brothers. “Let’s get out of here. He already ruined my birthday; I can’t let him do any more damage.”

Her brothers nodded in agreement.

“Let’s go,” Luther jabbered, grinning widely at Milton.

“We could take you somewhere else,” Carl added.

“Where should we go next?” Earl asked, peering down at her.

“Should we have a yacht party?” Ralph inquired.

The men ignored Milton like he wasn’t even there, and that made Milton almost explode in anger. Charlotte had a bright smile on her face as she stared at her brothers, one she didn’t have when she looked at Milton.

“Lottie,” Harper called out, stepping closer to Charlotte, but Earl was quick to pull Charlotte back.

“We already told you none of the Hendersons are allowed to be near her,” Earl hissed. “Your brother has done enough to her, and I wouldn’t want you trying to convince her to go back.”

Harper frowned, then scowled at Earl. Unlike her brother, she tended to get angry quickly and react. “Who are you anyway? You should know that I never supported her marriage with my brother!”

The four Buchanan brothers frowned at her, thinking she was part of the people who had given Charlotte a hard time in the marriage.

“Who would want to get married to a loser like my brother anyway?” Harper seethed. “So, would you get out of the way and let me talk to her?”

The brothers’ eyes widened. That was the first time they had heard of a rich lady not taking the side of her brother.

“It is alright,” Charlotte said. “I want to talk to her since she is a friend of mine.”

“Are you sure about this?” the four men asked in unison.

She nodded, her gaze shifting to Milton. “Except for him, I am okay with speaking to the rest of the family.”

Earl moved out of the way, and Harper flung herself into Charlotte’s arms, wrapping her arm around her shoulder and grinning from ear to ear. Harper was five inches taller than Charlotte, and their height difference was visible.

“Yay, I love this divorce for you,” Harper chimed. “My brother is an idiot. Sometimes I wonder if we are related.”

“You say that all the time,” Charlotte purred.

“I guess I do. It is something I can’t help but say.”

Watching the girls go on and on, the brothers felt at ease seeing that there was someone she knew apart from them. However, they hated the fact that it was Milton’s younger sister.

On the other side of the table, Olivia’s fists tightened in anger, her knuckles turning white and pure resentment in her eyes when she saw the person she had been envious of was Charlotte.

She had thought she had finally taken all the good things from Charlotte, but now she looked better than she ever was.

“Aren’t you going to speak to your daughter-in-law?” Mr. Henderson asked, his gaze fixed on his wife.

Mrs. Henderson was looking at Olivia and saw the expression on her face. Slowly shaking her head, she glanced at her husband. “She is not my daughter-in-law anymore. There is no way I would be able to face her after my son cheated and brought home his mistress.”

“You are not going to try to get them back together?” Mr. Henderson asked.

She shook her head. “If you cheated and brought home your mistress, I would offer you the divorce papers myself, and you know I wouldn’t let you go without making you suffer.”

Mr. Henderson flinched. “Of course, that would never happen.”

“Good,” she replied. “Don’t think about bringing them together. Your useless son has finally lost the best thing I have given to him.” She rose to her feet. “From now on, he is your responsibility. I have only paid attention to his life because Charlotte was in it anyway. I just hope he can survive Charlotte’s wrath.”

Like mother, like daughter, Mrs. Henderson picked up her bag and proceeded to leave but stopped halfway. Grabbing a bottle of wine from the table, she poured all the contents on Olivia’s head.

The liquid filled her hair and slowly began dripping down her face and to her clothes, drenching her. Olivia’s eyes widened in surprise. She was lost in her thoughts and hadn’t noticed Mrs. Henderson.

“Stay away from my son,” Mrs. Henderson muttered, glaring at Olivia.

Shocked, Olivia watched Mrs. Henderson leave. Mr. Henderson followed suit, not even sparing her a glance. It made her angry to see that none of the Hendersons paid any attention to her.

“Charlotte!!” Milton’s voice reached her ears.

Her head snapped in his direction. Milton was hurrying over to Charlotte, his hand reaching out to grab hers, but before that could happen, Earl kicked him in the belly, stopping him.

“I said stay away!” Earl thundered. “Don’t you understand that you both are divorced? You were the one who proposed the divorce, why are you asking to speak to her?”

The rest stayed back for Earl to handle it. They all knew how much Earl had always wanted to hit Milton.

Milton clutched his belly. “I see it now. It’s because of them that you signed the divorce papers. Are they your new sugar daddies?”

“You!” Earl glared at Milton and was about to hit him again when Charlotte stopped him.

“There is no need to waste your time on someone like him,” Charlotte advised. “He always wants to be right.”

Earl withdrew his fist, his glare turning into a smile when he turned his gaze to her. “Alright, let’s go then.”

They all walked out of the restaurant. Milton was about to go after Charlotte when he heard a crash. He glanced to see where it had come from and saw Olivia lying on the floor. His eyes widened in concern.

“Olivia!” he yelled, rushing towards her.

Harper scoffed, and Charlotte glanced back over her shoulder. He still cared about Olivia but was still mad at her for no reason. Peeling her gaze away, she frowned. She was going to make sure he regretted picking Olivia over her.