“You know better than anyone whether Genevieve will actually divorce me or not, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be using this reverse psychology to force me into filing for divorce.”
“The opportunity is right in front of you. As long as you have the skills to make her sign these divorce papers, I’ll naturally leave and go somewhere she’ll never find me again!”
Fintan’s eyes were filled with urgency, but he also seemed afraid I might pull some trick.
I turned to leave.
He suddenly called out to stop me, “Are you really willing to divorce
Genevieve? Can you bear to give her up? To give up all this easily obtainable wealth?”
I stood silently in place, my mind clearer than it had ever been.
“The ball’s in your court now. Whether it works out or not depends on your abilities.” I didn’t answer him directly. but instead walked away.In addition to
abilities.” I didn’t answer him directly, but instead walked away.In addition to the divorce papers, I also handed Fintan my resignation letter.
Back then, so many companies had extended job offers to me. As a graduate from a prestigious university who had secured several unattainable contracts for Frost, I had only decided to stay for Genevieve’s sake.
I devoted myself wholeheartedly, offering up my youth, talent, and everything ‘I had to Frost, to Genevieve.
12:56 PM.
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She kicked me away viciously, like a pebble in her path.
What she doesn’t cherish, others will. Leaving Frost was never a loss for me! I waited at home for a week before finally receiving a message from Fintan. It was a picture, and the signature on it was indeed Genevieve’s.
Not long after, he mailed the agreement to the address I specified. When I went to pick it up, I happened to pass by a famous bakery.
When I came out, I was carrying a bag of cakes home.
Just as I turned the key in the lock, the door opened from the inside.
The woman in front of me jumped onto me like a koala, happily clinging to my
body.
I helplessly hugged her back, kicking the door shut with my foot.
“Candace, you’re not wearing slippers again.”
She blinked and smiled at me, holding up three fingers, “Next time, I’ll definitely remember!”
The day I “found” Candace, it was raining heavily outside.
I went to the public hospital to change my bandages, and there was a
commotion in the crowd, as if people were arguing.
The doctor changing my bandages sighed helplessly, “The young girl is truly filial, it’s just a shame she’s stuck with those heartless parents.”“Oh, you can’t really say that. The old lady’s condition truly doesn’t leave her many days.” As I finished changing the medication and stepped out, maneuvering through the crowd, I realized that the “little girl” they were talking about was that girl.
I remembered her name, Candace.
I didn’t want to cause any trouble, but my feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, unable to move.
I watched her beg the doctor to treat her gravely ill grandmother, watched her parents viciously curse the old woman in the hospital bed, calling them
burdens and deadweights.
Finally, I saw her standing hopelessly in the rain, her clothes soaked through.
and she looked at me in bewilderment
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