Goodbye You Never Loved Me novel (Martha and Stefan) novel Chapter 145

Since Stefan agreed to divorce, Martha hadn't been to the Doyle Group for two days.
She had been staying at home with her father to avoid seeing Stefan and other unnecessary annoyances.
Maxwell, who was being treated with traditional medicine, was feeling better and could speak a few sentences.
The doctor said Maxwell was recovering well and that he would be able to move around in less than half a year.
Martha knew his quick recovery had a lot to do with Bianca, who took great care of him, giving him daily massages to help restore the function of his limbs.
After sending away the doctor, Martha said to Bianca, "Thank you, Bianca. If it weren't for you, my father wouldn't have recovered so soon."
"I'm happy to help."
She smiled back, beaming.
It was her wish that Maxwell should soon recover.
The smile faded as she thought of Hollie who had caused Maxwell's illness.
"Has the court sentenced Hollie?"
"Not yet. But she's likely to serve a life sentence."
Martha answered calmly and sat beside Maxwell.
Doing nothing these days except accompanying her father made her feel serene again. Everything felt good.
Once tomorrow was over, life would get better slowly as she had expected.
Bianca sighed, "Both of you grew up in the Doyle Manor, but Hollie became so horrifying."
Martha's face darkened, "I always believe people were born to be good. It's just that some people fail to stay kind."
Bianca agreed and nodded, "You are right. But she was one of the Doyles, after all. Why would she try to intrigue against others?"
Martha's eyes were dark. She looked at Maxwell, thought for a minute and said, "I think Hollie's not that smart. I'm afraid Libby told her what to do in most cases."
"Have they caught Libby?"
Martha shook her head resignedly, "Not yet. Even if she's found, I'm afraid it's not that simple."
Somehow Martha felt that those things were not as simple as they seemed.
But she had no clue.
Bianca, who was sitting right beside her, patted her arm.
"Don't overthink it, Martha. It's all over."
"OK."
There was a faint smile on Martha's face. The two of them chatted for some time, and their conversation finally switched to Jimmy.
Bianca asked excitedly, "When can we meet Jimmy? I can't wait."
Bianca and Maxwell exchanged a glance. There was softness in their eyes.
"Tomorrow morning I'm going to sign the divorce agreement with Stefan. I think by the afternoon, I can take him to Doyle Manor."
Bianca nodded with a smile, "Hopefully, everything will go smoothly."
For the past days that Martha spent in the Doyle Villa, she had talked with Bianca on a lot of topics, including the four years she lived in another country.
Bianca was dismayed to hear that Jimmy was born with a strange illness. She was thinking about how to make Jimmy get more nutrition.
In the evening, when Martha came home, she was lying in her bed. She could not help smiling.
Finally, she could completely cut ties with that man tomorrow. It was time to bid farewell to the past.
After their divorce, even if he knew Jimmy's identity, he could only save him as a father, and ask her to do nothing because he was no longer her husband.
She closed her eyes to rest, but a moment later her phone rang.
It was Melissa. Martha smiled lightly. They had not spoken to each other for some time. She missed Melissa.
She picked it up. Before she could say anything, a burst of laughter came from the phone-
"Congrats, Martha. At last, you are divorced from that piece of trash. We must have a celebration."
"How did you know?"
She had not yet had a chance to speak to her.
"How come I don't know? For a piece of trash like Stefan Harrison, birds of a feather flock together."
Hearing the discontent in her voice, Martha was more confused, "What's wrong?"
"I met Eden in a pub yesterday. He told me about the divorce and... we had a fight."
Melissa complained. Hearing that, Martha rubbed her temple and asked, "How come you guys had a fight?"
Melissa continued to complain, "It was all his fault. Do you know what he said yesterday? He said solemnly that Stefan knew he was wrong, and that he wanted to make it up to you. I was so pissed off and said apology was not useful at all, but he said that not everyone was perfect and everyone made mistakes."
"And then he and I quarreled in the bar. I almost got fired, but he, with his stink money, left without getting any punishment."
Martha was speechless. Somehow, every time Melissa met Eden, a fight couldn't be avoided.
But anyway, she was the reason why Melissa was so angry. Martha comforted her, "Just leave him alone. He has his own stand. And since your job at the bar is not that satisfying, how about quitting your job and working with me in the Doyle Group?"
"Eh... Never mind. I do not think I am that material. I'll save you the trouble."
Of course, Martha knew that a white-collar job was not what Melissa wanted. She wanted to be a writer.
Perhaps she should let Melissa be, and trust that if Melissa were gold she would glitter.
After chatting a few more words with her and agreeing to meet each other the day after tomorrow, Martha hung up the phone.
She put the phone beside the bed, but when she turned around, she accidentally knocked over the little night-light beside her phone.
It fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Martha frowned. She looked nervous and distressed.
The night light was made by her mother when she was a little girl.
She liked the little night light. Although she rarely used it when she was growing up, she never threw it away and kept it here.
It had never occurred to her that she accidentally broke it here.
As she stooped to pick up the broken pieces, something fell.
She thought it was part of the night light, but as she looked again...
Wait, what was that?
She picked it up. It looked like a badge.
Martha pressed her lips together and checked the badge closely. She had never seen that pattern on it before.
'Did it belong to my mother?'
'But why did Mom put it in the night light? Was it a deliberate act or what?'