With that thought, Eliza felt a bit more grounded.
Picking up the pen, she signed her name, "Mr. Chase, there, I've signed it."
"Ms. Eliza, I'll hand this signed divorce agreement to Mr. Casper. You both can go to the registry office on Monday to finalize everything. As for the house, car, cash, and the rest, it'll all be sorted within a month."
Mr. Chase had laid it all out clearly.
Eliza nodded, stood up, and said, "Alright, Mr. Chase, I'll be there on time on Monday. Thanks for your help."
"It's my job," the lawyer replied, extending his hand politely. "Let me walk you out."
Leaving the law office, Eliza felt like she was in a daze.
She sat on a bench by the roadside, staring at the bustling traffic, her mind wandering.
She really wanted to call Casper and ask why he was giving her so much.
But then she thought she might be overthinking it.
Divorce is about splitting assets, right? Houses, cars, money—it’s all part of it.
Getting more rather than less isn't a bad deal, right?
Besides, his reasons for giving so much probably had nothing to do with her.
Clutching her phone tightly, she felt lost.
Chelsea, having heard about the divorce, called to see if it was true.
"It's true," Eliza said softly, her voice steady, revealing no emotion.
Chelsea squealed excitedly on the other end, "Oh my God, you’ve finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel! Casper finally did something right."
"Let's call it mutual release," Eliza sighed heavily.
"How about we throw a party tonight to celebrate?" Chelsea suggested.
Eliza wasn’t in the mood, feeling all mixed up inside. "I just want some peace for the next few days."
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