A Divorce Make Me Rich

Mavis was confused and said, “You have injured your leg, not your hand. It doesn’t conflict with our previous plan. We can still sign the divorce agreement first and then have Kane handle the divorce procedures at the Civil Affairs Bureau on your behalf.”

His mood was just a little better, but it quickly turned bad again.

Was she really determined to leave with no room for any compromise or change?

“Our affairs have caused a stir on the internet, and now the whole country knows that I had a car accident. If you insist on divorcing me at this critical moment, they will criticize you for being heartless and abandoning me.”

Mavis was busy peeling an apple and didn’t get caught up in Anthony’s reasoning. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t live my life based on their opinions. Besides, I never said I wouldn’t take responsibility. Anyway, this marriage is definitely going to end, but I will stay and take care of you until you recover.”

His expression sank again.

When she became his ex-wife, yet she was still left to take care of him. This was not reasonable at all.

Anthony was very annoyed, extremely so.

His thin lips were tightly pursed, and his handsome face was deeply sullen. He didn’t want to say a word.

Mavis paid no attention to his emotional changes, finished cutting the apple seriously, handed it to him, and continued asking, “Clearly both you and I want to end this incorrect marriage relationship as soon as possible. So why delay it any further? Tomorrow I will have the lawyer re-draft the agreement and send it to the hospital room.”

He didn’t speak and also didn’t take the apple from her hand.

Mavis muttered to herself, “We don’t need to split the property in half. Take it as I owe you an apology. I don’t want anything, including the Green Grove Apartment that you bought under my name. I’ll still leave with nothing…”

Before she could finish speaking, Anthony sat up suddenly, grabbed the back of her head forcefully with his big hand, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her soft lips involuntarily.

The long-lost softness and the passionate scenes that set off that night flashed through Anthony’s mind.

His lower abdomen was inexplicably hot, and he wanted to devour her, so he couldn’t help but stretched out his hands to wrap around her slender waist.

Mavis quickly realized that his actions were becoming more and more presumptuous, and pushed him away to end the kiss.

“That’s enough.”

He kissed her every now and then. Was he really addictive?

That was excessive.

She glared angrily at him, forcefully wiping her lips. However, her heart continued to beat rapidly as if it couldn’t calm down from the kiss for a long time.

Anthony averted his gaze and didn’t take advantage of the situation. He tactfully lay back on the headboard without making any further moves.

Afterwards, neither of them spoke again.

Mavis was feeling suffocated by the atmosphere and quickly found an excuse. “It’s almost noon. What do you want to eat? I’ll go buy it.”

Anthony squinted his eyes and said without changing his expression, “The food outside is not clean. The chef at home should have started cooking by now. Go home and get the food. It should be ready when you arrive.”

As if he were used to being a young master, his tone always sounded like a command.

Mavis felt very uncomfortable listening to him speak as if she were his maid.

But she just felt unhappy in her heart and didn’t say anything because she knew he was sick.

“Okay then, wait here,” she got up but Anthony called out to her again, “It’s inconvenient for you to take a taxi back and forth. Take my car.”

He searched on the bedside table and took out the key for his Ferrari before handing it over to her.

She didn’t take it though, saying, “This thing is too high-end for me. I’ve only had my driver’s license for a year. I can’t afford it if something happens.”

“If something happens, then that’s on me. You don’t have to worry about it,” he replied calmly.

She stared at the car key but still shook her head.

“Then let Kane drive you back instead. Would that be okay?” he compromised in return.

She agreed, finally taking the car key from him before turning around immediately as if staying any longer would make her feel uneasy all over again.

Kane was waiting outside of the hospital room when Mavis came out so he greeted her with a smile right away saying, “Mrs. Callahan, please give me your car key so that I can drive you.” He was very polite but Mavis couldn’t be bothered with him. Since there were only two seats in this sports car, it meant that she could only sit in the passenger seat while Kane drove her home.

Kane provided excellent service throughout their ride together even running ahead of Mavis when they arrived at their destination. He could open up her door first saying, “Mrs. Callahan, please.”

She thanked him before bending down into the passenger seat.

The luxury vehicle quickly left from inside of hospital parking lot while Kane couldn’t help but sighing with emotion, “Thanks, Mrs. Callahan! This is actually my first time driving such an amazing car.”

Mavis looked sideways at him puzzledly asking, “Doesn’t Anthony usually love driving this?”

“Mr. Callahan used to enjoy driving this one quite often when you were around five years ago,” Kane explained further adding, “but after your passing away we thought Mr. Callahan wouldn’t touch this anymore until recently when you returned.”

Mavis became even more confused hearing all of these things.

What kind of cars Anthony liked or disliked had nothing whatsoever related with herself! Why did everything seem like they revolved around her?

Kane sighed once more continuing on explaining, “For married men like Mr. Callahan who own sports cars usually reserve their passenger seats exclusively for their wives. That led us all believe that after your death, Mr. Callahan never drove this one again except sitting in business class sedans’ rear seats during normal times.”

Mavis simply couldn’t believe what she heard.

With Anthony’s flirtatious personality, how could there not be other women sitting in the passenger seat of his sports car? She couldn’t help but ask, “Has Bryleigh ever sat in it?”

Kane chuckled, “Miss Padilla wouldn’t even touch the handle of this car. How could she sit in it? She has a one-sided crush on Mr. Callahan, and he’s tired of it.”

So Bryleigh had a one-sided crush on Anthony and their relationship wasn’t mutual? She glanced out the window with no expression and said, “That’s his business. It has nothing to do with me. You don’t have to tell me intentionally.”

Although she said that, she felt somewhat relieved inside. So Bryleigh hadn’t even sat in the passenger seat of Anthony’s sports car; maybe they hadn’t engaged in any closer behavior either?Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

She slapped her forehead annoyed at herself for overthinking things. Whether or not there was anything ambiguous between Anthony and Bryleigh didn’t matter; what mattered was that he definitely had something going on with Jaqueline.

Anyway, they were getting divorced soon, so who cared?

While she was lost in thought, Kane occasionally glanced at her from the corner of his eye as he continued speaking without much insight, “Mrs. Callahan, you probably don’t know this but after you gave birth to Alistair that night when things went wrong, Mr. Callahan fell into a slump for quite some time until thankfully you came back.”

She didn’t react much saying, “It doesn’t matter whether I’m here or not. You can just treat me like I’m dead.”

Kane couldn’t respond to that statement.

After thinking for a moment, he continued, “Mr. Callahan stopped eating and drinking altogether and locked himself up in your hospital room for days on end until old Mrs. Callahan came along and brought him back to Crana. But when Mr. Callahan returned home, he was as lifeless as ash – drinking every day until drunk – ignoring everything including work responsibilities, family obligations, and even little Alistair…”

Mavis listened quietly without saying anything.

“Later old Mrs. Callahan used Alistair as an excuse to get him out of his depression by crying about being fed up with taking care of him all alone- forcing baby Alistair onto his lap. From then on, Mr. Callahan took care of little Alistair wholeheartedly – feeding him himself, changing diapers himself …even bringing him along while working.”

“Alistair had a fever before, and Mr. Callahan stayed up all night to take care of him. He’s been like a father and mother to him for years now. While he’s strict when it comes to his studies and wants him to succeed, he’s also incredibly attentive in his daily life. You’ve been abroad this whole time, so you probably don’t know that taking care of a baby from zero to two years old is the hardest part.”

Mavis remained silent for a long time.

She knew that Anthony was the one taking care of Alistair himself, but Lyra hadn’t told her all these details – maybe because she knew Mavis didn’t want to hear them.

She turned her head towards Kane and questioned him, “You don’t strike me as someone who talks too much. So why are you suddenly listing all these good qualities about Anthony? Did someone tell you to do it on purpose?”