Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 635

Jensen’s expression instantly soured. “What are you doing here?”

Natalie’s appearance could only mean trouble. Jensen shot a look at his assistant. “Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t seeing anyone?”

The implication was clear: get rid of her.

The assistant had no choice but to step forward and block Natalie’s path. “Natalie, I’m so sorry, but Mr. Howard has an appointment today.”

Jensen remained seated on the sofa, making it perfectly clear he had no intention of speaking with her.

Natalie lowered her gaze and offered a small smile. “Mr. Howard, I’m here on a matter concerning Mrs. Howard.”

Jensen stiffened but said nothing.

Natalie smoothly bypassed the assistant and walked toward him. “Mrs. Howard has been in Eldermere City for some time now.”

“What did you say?” Jensen’s head snapped up.

He clearly had no idea. A question immediately formed in his mind: What on earth was Ilse Sylvan Howard doing in Eldermere City?

“Mrs. Howard knows that you’re alive and in Eldermere City, so she went there alone. If you don’t believe me, you can have someone check the flight records from two weeks ago.”

Jensen’s face tightened, his hands clenching into fists under the table. He didn't doubt her words; flight information couldn't be faked. After a moment, his tone turned cold. “Even if she went to Eldermere City, what does that have to do with you?”

Natalie pulled a contract from her file and placed it on the table. “Why don’t you take a look for yourself, Mr. Howard?”

Without hesitation, Jensen snatched the document and opened it. The words “Family Settlement” made his pupils constrict, and his face instantly changed. At the bottom, in the space for the consenting signature, were two words: Ilse Howard.

It was a handwritten signature.

It was Ilse’s handwriting.

He snorted. “And what if I don’t?”

“If you don’t sign, then Mr. Howard will have to handle this officially. And the matter of the matriarch’s poisoning will be brought to light along with everything else.”

Jensen’s chest tightened, and his face grew a shade paler.

“I’ve relayed the message. Mr. Howard, you’re a reasonable man. Whether you want a future free of worry or one plagued by constant trouble… the choice is yours.”

Jensen stared at the settlement agreement on the table. The edges of the paper fluttered slightly in the air-conditioned breeze, mirroring the turmoil in his heart.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with a dead, hollow gray.

Finally, he picked up the pen and signed his name.