Chapter 19
“Many people are watching and recording the scene, Mr. Fenwick. Should we stop them? If someone posts this online, it’s bound to cause trouble and damage the company’s image,” Galen said.
Lucien looked away and said calmly, “Ignore them. Just drive.”
“Should we still go to Ms. Marchand?”
Lucien’s tone remained cold as he withdrew his gaze. “Call her. I want to see her outside the courthouse tomorrow.”
“Calista… I gave you chance after chance,” he thought.
“Understood,” Galen replied.
Fortunately, the public still didn’t know that Calista was the wife of Fenwick Group’s CEO. If word got out that she knelt to someone in the street, it would’ve caused an uproar throughout Dorcan. She wouldn’t have just disgraced herself, but she would’ve also embarrassed the entire Fenwick family.
The Fenwick family held a century–long reputation in Dorcan. If Calista’s identity was exposed, their rivals would seize the moment and use it against them, turning the Fenwicks into the laughingstock of every social circle.
No matter how much worse Clarice’s life had been compared to Calista’s, after that day, she felt all her resentment fade away.
So what if Calista was the long–lost daughter of the Marchand family or some so–called heiress? In the end, Calista still knelt before
her.
Clarice looked directly at her, clearly in a good mood. “I’ll stay in this marriage for your sake. But let me make one thing very clear. Once I go back, you are not to show up at the Cannon residence again. If I ever find out you’re still in contact with anyone there, I’ll divorce Anthony on the spot.”
“Fine,” Calista said.
She then took a cab with Clarice to the hospital, got her settled in, and handed her what little money she had left. “There isn’t much left on this card, but I’ll find a way to cover Anthony’s medical expenses as soon as possible.”
Clarice reluctantly took the card and barked, “What are you still standing here for? Get lost already!” She then added, “Remember this -you have nothing to do with this family anymore. Don’t ever show up in front of me again. As if anyone’s buying your high and mighty act.”
Calista turned and walked out of the hospital. She genuinely had no idea where to go now.
She had no money left. The only thing of value on her was her phone. Her old phone had been water–damaged, and after Lucien couldn’t reach her, he bought her a new one.
It was the latest model released that year. It would have easily sold for over 1,500 dollars on the market.
With no other option, Calista walked three miles to the electronics mall. She sold her phone to a repair shop and bought a new smartphone for just over 100 dollars.
She didn’t use her phone much anyway. She mainly used it to accept part–time jobs accompanying patients to appointments.
After inserting her SIM card and powering on the phone, it worked without any issue. She still had over 800 dollars in hand, aside 200 dollars for living expenses and deposited 600 dollars into the bank card.
Without realizing it, night had already fallen by the time she wrapped everything up.
SO
she set
Calista decided to spend the night at a 24–hour fast–food restaurant near the hospital. She ordered a burger to fill her stomach, and just as she sat down, she received a call from a familiar number.
“Ms. Marchand?”
“Yes.” Calista recognized Galen’s voice. “What can I do for you, Mr. Hawthorne?”
Galen got straight to the point. “Mr. Fenwick asked me to inform you that the divorce will be finalized at the courthouse tomorrow at 9: 00 am. Please don’t be late, Ms. Marchand.”
Calista felt as if a heavy blow had struck her chest, leaving her breathless. “Alright. I’ll be there on time,” she answered.
