Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 693

Chapter 693 

The servant exclaimed inwardly, ‘Divorce? Mrs. Hampton wants a divorce?‘ 

Ignoring the shocked expressions of the servants, June directly handed over the document. “Since Mr. Hampton is resting. I won’t disturb him. Please deliver this document to him. Goodbye.” 

With that, June turned and left. 

After she was gone, the servant remained frozen in disbelief. 

The document in her hands felt scalding hot, and she had no idea what to do with it. 

If she really delivered this to Richard, his reaction would no doubt be terrifying. 

The thought made the servant shiver, and she couldn’t move at all. 

Luckily, Sidney walked in from outside, asking, “Who was just here? Was it Miss Spencer from Medicinal Haven?” 

“Yes.” As if seeing a savior, the servant immediately stuffed the document into Sidney’s hands and said, This was sent by Miss Spencer. She said it must be delivered to Mr. Hampton.” 

“Then deliver it,” Sidney said without hesitation. 

“But, but…” The servant was on the verge of tears. 

She was too afraid to give it to Richard. She just wanted to pass this problem to someone else. 

Sidney finally sensed that something was off. He glanced at the servant, frowned, and pulled out the papers from the envelope. 

The moment he saw the bold title, his expression shifted, and he immediately rushed upstairs. 

The sound of knocking echoed through the hall. 

Richard was in the middle of threatening the Treasure Box when he heard the noise. Without even looking up, he said coldly, “Leave.” 

The tension in the air skyrocketed 

Sidney nervously touched his head. He had just recovered from a concussion. He was worried that delivering this document might send him back to the hospital. 

But this was no small matter, and Sidney couldn’t ignore it. He knocked again and called out, “It’s me. I have an urgent matter!” 

“Come in,” Richard responded coldly. 

Sidney cautiously tried the door handle, which opened easily. If he’d known it wasn’t locked, he would have barged in earlier. 

With apprehension, Sidney entered the room. 

Contrary to his expectations of chaos, the room was immaculate, without any signs of destruction. He let out a breath of relief. When he took two more steps, he saw Richard was poised to strike a box. 

Sidney was dumbfounded, momentarily forgetting why he’d come. “Is that… the Treasure Box?” 

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Richard replied, “Yes. 

“You’re going to destroy it? But that’s a priceless artifact!” Sidney instinctively moved to stop him but froze under Richard’s oppressive aura. 

At Sidney’s words, Richard sneered, his expression icy. “A priceless artifact? It’s just a tool of deceit and manipulation.” 

The Treasure Box shuddered. 

While no one but Tiffany could truly break or awaken it, the box could feel the overwhelming killing intent emanating from Richard. The box was terrified, even if Richard couldn’t break it. 

If it had known this would happen, it wouldn’t have revealed anything. 

It exclaimed inwardly, ‘Help, Master! Save your treasure!” 

Richard’s cold laugh broke the silence, his eyes glinting with a deadly sharpness. 

He said, “Too late.” 

He raised his hand, ready to strike. But just before he could, Sidney thrust a document in front of him and said quietly, “Richard, you might want to take a look at this first.” 

“What is it?” Richard’s brows furrowed as a bad feeling gnawed at him. 

He took the envelope and pulled out the papers inside. 

The bold title “Divorce Agreement” stabbed deeply into his eyes like a dagger. 

The previously quiet bedroom seemed to have been engulfed by a raging storm, its icy chill spreading endlessly. In the eye of this storm, Sidney and the Treasure Box felt a bone–deep cold creeping up their spines. 

The oppressive atmosphere drained the air from the room bit by bit, leaving only boundless darkness wrap overwhelming cold. 

Under the weight of this immense pressure, Sidney broke into a cold sweat, the chill trickling down his back. 

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He couldn’t shake the feeling that his life might be in danger. As for the Treasure Box, the true instigator, it shrank back into its sealed depths, not daring to make a sound. 

Richard’s knuckles turned white, veins bulging on the back of his hand. 

The divorce papers he held were just a few thin sheets, yet they felt as heavy as a mountain. Just looking at those bold words was like having knives pierce his eyes. 

His heart felt as if it had been thrown into the wilderness, left to be trampled and crushed. 

His eyes seemed like an endless, icy pool, or perhaps an abyss devoid of any light. He stood there–silently, letting the darkness consume him. 

In the depths of this abyss, not even a glimmer of starlight could be found. 

The papers in his hand crumpled under his unconscious grip. Richard looked like a lifeless shell, staring blankly at Tiffany’s signature. Only his signature was left. Once signed, the divorce would be official. He couldn’t believe she was truly heartless enough to abandon him 

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After all these years, this was the first time Sidney had seen Richard in such a state, like a man whose soul had been torn away. The innate dignity and composure he usually exuded were gone. He looked pitiful. 

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Sidney couldn’t bear the sight. Thinking of his own similarly painful situation, he felt a deeper empathy. Patting Richard on the shoulder, he offered a wry smile and some consolation. 

Sidney said, “Richard… maybe you should try to find Tiffany again.”