Chapter 4
Calista begged, “Please, Grandma. Let me leave the Fenwick family. Let me… divorce Lucien.”
“You…” Serena’s face went white as she clutched her chest, unable to catch her breath.
A second later, Lydia’s panicked scream filled the air. The shock was too much. Serena had collapsed.
Calista knew about Serena’s heart condition. Combined with her advanced age, even Lucien never dared to go against her wishes. She understood this and had mentally prepared herself for the consequences of asking for a divorce that day.
Soon, the entire Fenwick household was in chaos. The family doctor, Felix Jensen, had to rush over.
Meanwhile, Calista remained kneeling in the courtyard, perfectly still and upright, enduring the scorching sun. She stayed there until the sun set and the sky gradually darkened, with heavy clouds gathering. It looked like it was going to pour soon.
A young woman in a lace princess dress with long, flowing hair and delicate doll-like features approached, holding an umbrella. She slowly crouched in front of Calista. “Calista, what did you say to Grandma?”
Calista said nothing.
Andrea Fenwick smiled slightly. “Calista, you’ve got some nerve. Even Lucien has never made Grandma this angry. Aren’t you afraid of what he’ll do when he gets back?
“The only reason he married you in the first place was to avoid upsetting Grandma. But ever since you joined this family, we haven’t had a single day of peace because of you, Calista.
“Even Lucien doesn’t want to see you. Spending three years alone in that cold house… It can’t have been easy.
“Things are already this bad, so why won’t you just divorce Lucien? You should really think about this, Calista.”
Andrea then left with her umbrella. The sky had turned pitch black, and a light drizzle had begun to fall.
Calista had fainted several times, but she was determined. Once she decided on something, she never looked back.
When the cold wind and drizzle hit her, Calista slowly pulled herself back up to kneel properly. She stared at the lit room upstairs.
“Mr. Fenwick still won’t answer his phone. There’s a storm in Eldoria and all flights are delayed. We’ve tried talking to Ms. Marchand, but she won’t get up. If this keeps going, her body won’t hold out!”
Lydia clutched the landline, frowning deeply. She shook her head and said to Serena, “She just lost her baby, and now she’s getting drenched. What if…”
Calista had been kneeling outside for over four hours. The rain had soaked through her dress entirely. Lydia couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentence.
The truth was, Serena had woken up four hours ago. She couldn’t understand why Calista, after disappearing for so long, had returned only to defy her like this.
Now, with Calista kneeling stubbornly in the rain and refusing to budge, Serena was threatening to go on a hunger strike until everyone managed to get Lucien back to the estate. As of now, the whole mansion was thick with tension and dread.
“Enough!” Serena closed her eyes and sighed deeply. “My grandson wasn’t meant to be happy with her. They were destined to meet but not to last.
“Go tell her to get up. I’ll agree to it. Get the divorce agreement from my safe.”
Just then, a maid slipped away upstairs. When the maid told Andrea what happened, the latter clutched her doll and looked down, hiding a faint smile. She seemed delighted.
“Divorce? That’s wonderful. They should’ve done this ages ago.
“Lucien never cared for her anyway. She never belonged in this family.”
Lucien was finally getting rid of that woman!
…
Afterward, another maid rushed over to the pavilion and found that Calista had collapsed. She looked awful. Her white dress was already soaked through with blood. The Fenwicks called an ambulance and got her to the hospital.
That night, Calista burned with fever, tossing in bed and mumbling about her baby. Her fever didn’t break until morning.
When Calista woke up in the VIP room, the divorce agreement was waiting on her nightstand. She scanned the document, and the last clause stated that whoever filed for divorce first would receive nothing. Nevertheless, she grabbed the pen and signed her name without a second thought.
Her train ticket from yesterday had to be pushed back another day. Worried that Anthony might be concerned, she called and asked him to pick her up from the hospital.
Anthony didn’t ask her any questions. Concerned about her condition, he arranged for a car to take them back to Brego.
As she left, Calista thought, “Goodbye now, Lucien.”
