Divorce Me I'm Done Serving You (Ayla and Troy) novel Chapter 687

Chapter 687 Finding an Idea

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Troy’s fists tightened until his knuckles turned white. He bit down on his frustration and admitted, “Yeah, for now, I really can’t think of a way.”

Draven had only ever held the advantage when he was with Ayla.

By using the children to drive them apart, Troy had left Draven isolated-no one left for him to care about. Well, perhaps Kayla. But Kayla was untouchable, someone Troy would never dare cross, so Draven was left without any real weaknesses.

Ayla had only broken up with Draven for the children’s sake. Now, if those children ended up back in Draven’s care… Every possible outcome seemed to tip in Draven’s favor.

Damn it!

Was there really nothing left to try?

Unless Ayla somehow came to hate Draven. But right now, Troy couldn’t control Ayla at all. He had to tiptoe around her moods, always on guard. Ayla was strong-willed and independent; there was no way he could turn her against Draven.

Damn it, Troy thought, I’m really losing it.

Garrett, desperate to help, racked his brain for a solution. Suddenly, a name came to him. “Do you know Jeremy?”

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Meadowlark Heights sprawled across the scenic western suburbs. The area didn’t even appear on any map, and since it had no official name, everyone simply called it Meadowlark.

The whole mountainside was vast, almost all of it part of the estate’s private gardens. There were staff assigned to every corner, and the scenery was more lavish and beautiful than any public park.

There was a greenhouse that nurtured a true tropical ecosystem, almost like a living natural museum. Multiple main buildings dotted the grounds, each with their own emergency medical facilities. There was even a sterile room suitable for open-chest surgery, stocked with every kind of medicine imaginable.

The estate boasted a golf course, tennis courts, swimming pool, and nearly every sport you could dream of. A dedicated helipad and private runway made arrivals effortless, and for those with a need for speed, a winding mountain road circled the property, perfect for racing without worrying about pedestrians or traffic. This was a true private sanctuary.

The garage was filled with luxury cars, all with plates that granted access to restricted zones.

Entertainment abounded-movie theaters, billiards, a gym-housed in a sleek, modern villa with an artistic flair.

The air was fresh, the environment serene. It was the perfect place to rest, recharge, or gather with friends for an all-night party,

At the foot of the mountain, a dedicated garden provided fresh vegetables daily. Private chefs specialized in both Eastern and

Western cuisine.

The main residence was built in classic Eastern style, every detail carefully considered. The wood alone cost a fortune, and each window offered a beautiful, unique view. Everywhere you walked, the craftsmanship was exquisite.

Next to the main building stood a Western-style mansion. Open the grand double doors and you entered a living room that felt almost like a cathedral. Past the sitting area, a 16-feet-long dining table sat beside floor-to-ceiling windows, covered with fresh bouquets-some not even in season, kept vibrant by the estate’s climate-control system. The level of detail bordered on obsessive.

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Chapter 687 Finding an Idea

To care for the babies, the nursery was placed on the first floor of this Western house.

Outside the nursery’s windows, a vast lawn stretched out, and the babies basked in sunlight.

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Floyd and Esme were awake now, their big, dark eyes bright with curiosity about the world. They were still a little dazed- newborns could only see things up close.

Draven held out a colorful ball to Floyd. The child’s eyes lit up instantly, bubbles of drool spilling from his mouth.

The moment reminded Draven of when, at eight years old, he’d returned to Trensea to visit his grandfather and learned he had a baby sister. He hadn’t been allowed to see her, so he’d snuck into the nursery when the adults weren’t watching to catch a glimpse of Bria.

She’d been adorable, and Draven had loved her from the first moment he saw her.

Now, playing with these children, Draven felt completely at ease. He saw Ayla’s features in both of them. He had liked them from the instant he laid eyes on them, never caring that Troy was their father.

Max had once said he’d studied up on childcare, and so had Draven. But Draven always kept his efforts hidden, never telling anyone all he had done. How could Ayla ever sense how much he cared if he never showed her?

He couldn’t go on like this.

From now on, Draven would make sure Ayla knew how much he loved her. He would let her see every feeling-his joy, his pain, his jealousy, even his sadness-so she would know he was real, flesh and blood, with boundaries and emotions of his own. Only by being truly open could he earn Ayla’s trust.