Chapter 18
Lucien said, “Tomorrow at 9:00 am, go directly to the courthouse to handle the divorce proceedings.”
According to the final clause in the agreement, the party initiating the divorce would have no right to property division and would leave with nothing.
Galen nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Galen then called Calista, but she didn’t answer. After a while, he remembered that Lucien had previously had him install a tracking app on his phone to keep an eye on Calista’s whereabouts.
He launched the app, and a green marker quickly appeared on the map. The location showed that Calista was at a motel. When he reported this to Lucien, the man’s expression was unreadable, showing no emotion whatsoever.
After Rebecca left, Calista called Clarice. The latter was staying at a motel with Justin, so Calista went to find her.
Clarice was preparing milk formula for the child. The motel room had a damp, moldy smell. A piece of flooring was peeling up in the corner, and bugs crawled along the walls.
Clarice irritatedly glanced at Calista. “What are you doing here? This dump will probably dirty your precious shoes, Princess.”
Calista lowered her head. “I came to ask you to come back. I hope you won’t divorce Anthony over all this. Justin is still so young, after
all.
“For the child’s sake, if you’re angry, just take it out on me. Mom is already planning to sell the house to pay off the debt. Once the debt is cleared, Anthony won’t have to go to prison. You and Anthony can start over. This will all pass.”
“What? Sell the house?” Clarice immediately became agitated.
“That old hag! Even if I divorce Anthony, half of that house is mine. If she thinks that she can sell it to pay his debts, she’s dreaming!”
Clarice quickly put Justin down and grabbed a bag, hurriedly packing her things. It looked like she was heading back to Brego to stop
Rebecca from selling the house.
Calista tried to reason with her. “Clarice, Mom has no choice. The family owes a lot of money, and Anthony needs treatment. He has cancer, and he’ll die without money!”
“What do I care if he dies? If he can’t afford kids, he shouldn’t have gotten married. Now he’s making me and my child suffer.
“The divorce isn’t up for discussion. Get out of my way.
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Clarice was strong. She grabbed her bag with one hand and Justin with the other, and walked straight out of the motel.
Calista chased after her to the doorway. “Clarice, you can’t leave! Anthony and Mom both need you. Please, I’m begging you! Just
reconsider this one more time.”
Clarice suddenly stopped and looked at her. She let out a cold laugh and stared at Calista’s delicate skin and refined appearance. The latter clearly looked like a wealthy young lady.
Even though they were only a year or two apart and had grown up in the same rural village, Calista had always gotten the best of
everything.
Jealousy made Clarice’s eyes turn red. “Fine. I won’t divorce him. But only if you get down on your knees and beg me right here on the
street.”
Calista’s fingers dug into her palms. “If I kneel, you won’t divorce Anthony?”
“If it makes me happy, maybe I’ll change my mind.”
“Alright, then. I’ll kneel!”
On the busy street, Calista kept her eyes down as she dropped to her knees, speaking each word slowly. “I’m begging you, Clarice. Please stay.”
Clarice burst into satisfied laughter. “Everyone, come look! This is the famous Mrs. Fenwick from Dorcan, kneeling on the street to beg me!
“Oh my goodness, Calista! I never thought that I’d see this day!”
Passersby captured this dramatic scene on their phones. But how could random people believe that the woman on her knees was
actually Mrs. Fenwick? After all, this was the Fenwick family!
They wielded enormous power, and all of Dorcan had to watch their every move. To claim that the woman was Mrs. Fenwick, the person saying it would have to be insane.
Meanwhile, a black Rolls–Royce sat parked across the street. Two pairs of eyes from within were watching everything unfold.
