RankNovelChapter 33 That evening, at the insistence of her mother-in-law, Mila stayed overnight at the old family manor.
Meanwhile, Lysander and Adrian hadn't returned all night.
The manor was a bit far from Mila's workplace, so she got up early the next day, had a quick breakfast, and hurried off to work.
After the usual morning meeting, Mila dove back into interviewing candidates.
Luck was on her side today; among the string of interviews, she finally found someone suitable. The candidate was efficient, and they quickly settled on salary and a start date.
For the first tin a while, Mila felt she could breathe a little easier.
Once she handed over her responsibilities to this new hire, she could leave the company by the end of the year and fully pursue what she truly loved.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever... the divorce couldn't be delayed any longer.
She couldn't understand why Lysander, who clearly had no interest in her, hadn't been hfor days.
Had he even seen the divorce papers? Mila wondered if her mother-in-law had been pressing him about the matter. This seemed like the best chance to finally have a discussion.
That evening, her mother-in-law called, inviting her to dinner at the manor. She found an excuse about needing Mila and Lysander to leave for the Lockwood family gathering from the manor the next day, which was how she managed to get Lysander to chome.
Mila agreed without hesitation.
Tonight, she had to confront him and finalize the divorce.
After work, Mila received a call from Lysander offering to pick her up.
Mila refused.
Even though she no longer held any expectations for Lysander, she didn't want to experience being kicked out of the car midway again.
Nor did she want to continue maintaining a facade of marital bliss for the elders. She drove herself to Montgomery Manor.
As she drove through the garden and parked in the garage, she heard the sound of her mother-in-law's angry voice and the light thwack of a stick hitting someone.
Inside the garage, Felicity was wielding a stick, chasing after Lysander and shouting, "Is this how you treat your wife? Huh? I taught you better than this! You deserve a good thrashing!" Lysander, tall and robust, didn't retaliate but merely dodged symbolically.
He didn't find it painful; his mother wasn't particularly strong.
But as the head of Montgomery Holdings, it was humiliating to be hit at home, especially when he saw Mila's car pull in.
"Mom," he said, catching the stick firmly in his hand, exasperated, "I tried to pick her up, but she refused and wanted to con her own." "She refused, and you just listened?" Felicity, unable to wrest the stick from his grip, grew even angrier, "Why don't you ever listen like this otherwise? You're drivingto an early grave!" With that, Felicity's face flushed, her chest heaving with anger, hands trembling.
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As much as this scene looked like part of a family , Mila couldn't just sit in the car once she noticed in the car Felicity's condition deteriorating. She hurried out to support the shaky Felicity. "Mom, you-" "Smack!" Lysander slapped away Mila's outstretched hand, leaving her hand red.
He shot her a fierce glare, his eyes filled with irritation, and led the dizzy Felicity inside.
Mila stood there, rubbing her reddened hand, pursing her lips as she followed inside.
The house was bustling with activity.
Due to Felicity's poor health, a resident doctor was always on call. After examining her, the administered acupprescribed scalming medication, advising her to stay relaxed and avoid stress before leaving. With Conrad's insistent urging, Felicity went upstairs to rest.
Once she left, the atmosphere in the hall turned oppressively quiet.
"Adrian, why don't you go upstairs om and keep your grandmrad company for a while? suggested, his typically stern face softening slightly.
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