Armand stared at his cell phone for a long time. He didn’t reply to the message immediately. He imagined that she sent him a message because she missed him instead of discussing the divorce with him.
He had expectations and fear in his heart.
Plucking up his courage, he swiped to unlock the screen. With hesitation, he tabbed to read the message.
Theresa didn’t enter too many words, “I’ll go to find you tomorrow. Please get the divorce agreement ready.”
Reading the few words, Armand couldn’t help feeling disappointed. Without thinking twice, he replied: “Have you made up your mind?”
Actually, he wanted to ask her why she could make the decision so soon.
He knew that he shouldn’t question her, but he couldn’t help.
He felt quite upset.
The message tone didn’t ring at all. Theresa didn’t reply.
Before sending Armand the message, Theresa had made up her mind, so she didn’t reply to his last question.
Armand tabbed the contact list open and wanted to dial her phone number. He wanted to ask her why she could adjust her mood so soon and if it was because of another man. Thinking about her grievance, he gave up although he was so upset.
Leaning against the back of the chair, he closed his eyes.
After a while, he suppressed his surging emotion. Then he picked up his phone again and replied: “I’ve got it ready.”
He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat after sending the message. Then he started the engine and drove. As soon as he arrived home, he heard something smashed in the house. He hurriedly pushed the door open and entered, only to find that Elizabeth was scolding Bertha, “Who do you think you are? Why can’t I go out? You can’t stop me!”
Armand rushed over and said to Bertha, “Please don’t mind her.”
Bertha said, “I know. I don’t mind.”
“You can go back to work,” said Armand.
Bertha turned away.
“Armand, she doesn’t allow me to go out,” Elizabeth pulled Armand and complained, “You should fire her!”
Armand sat on the sofa and asked, “What are you going to do after going out?”
“I...” Elizabeth looked blank, wondering what she was going to do just now.
But she couldn’t remember.
Armand tried to calm her down, “Bertha doesn’t let you go out for your own good. There are bad men outside. She’s afraid you might get in danger. It’s not her fault. I asked her to do so.”
“It’s daytime. What nonsense are you talking about? How come there are bad men?” Elizabeth glared at him, “Stop lying to me.”
Armand said helplessly, “I’m not lying.”
“For real?”
“Yep.”
In the evening, after sending Elizabeth to sleep, Armand went back to his bedroom. He turned on the laptop and started working on the divorce agreement. He had done such a thing several times before, but this time, he had no idea where to start.
Theresa and he didn’t argue and they didn’t break up. It was just paperwork to get such an agreement.
Suddenly, he let out a bitter smile. The most abusive thing in this world was to draft his own divorce agreement.
Inwardly, he told himself that Theresa could search for her happiness after divorcing him. He would be satisfied as long as she would be happy.
However, no matter how hard he reminded himself, as long as he realized that he was drafting his own agreement, he couldn’t enter any word at all.
In the end, he gave up. He called a lawyer in his firm and said it was for a client, asking the lawyer to do it for him.
Elizabeth didn’t get better after taking the medicine. Armand thought that it might take time. When she got stubborn, Bertha couldn’t calm her down at all. Hence, Armand didn’t dare to leave her home. The next morning, he took Elizabeth to work.
His client had arrived at the law firm, waiting for him in the early morning.
“Who is this?” The woman saw Armand pushing an old lady in and thought that he had a new case.
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