From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 123

She regretted it so much. How could she have been so awful?

Even now, she didn't have the courage to confess what she'd done or say she was sorry.

"Daniel, are you saying I could have my divorce papers in just three days?" Lydia asked, barely daring to believe it.

She desperately wanted to trust him, but she couldn't forget the last two times lawyers had bailed on her.

She was just a bit... hesitant.

"Lydia, my brother is the best. If he says he can do it, he will! Just trust him this once, please?"

Seeing Joanna's earnest pleading, Lydia softened and nodded. "I would give anything for Daniel to help me get this divorce."

"And if it doesn't work out, it's fine. I'm moving abroad in fifteen days anyway."

"I'm never coming back. Once Frederick finds his next new fling, he'll be begging me for a divorce!"

She let out a small laugh.

But neither of the siblings smiled back.

They both knew she couldn't just never come back.

A man as arrogantly powerful as Frederick Foster would never beg her for anything.

"Lydia, I promise you won't be let down this time," Daniel said, shooting a sharp glance at Joanna, who immediately ducked her head.

Why were the two of them acting so weird?

"But Charles is incredibly powerful, and Arthur Sutton put the word out in the legal circle, blacklisting me from hiring any lawyer in Averton."

"Daniel, won't you be in danger if you help me?"

She remembered what had happened to Quentin Wade's leg and feared for Daniel's safety.

"I'll be fine," Daniel reassured her. "However, Charles Foster's network is far more powerful than mine. Operating right under his nose means we have to be extremely careful."

"Don't let him catch wind of your plans to divorce. Once he lowers his guard, he won't put a tail on you, which means he won't trace anything back to me," Daniel explained seriously. "Do you understand? You have to be patient."

Lydia nodded. "I'll be patient."

After saying her goodbyes to the Quinns, she returned to the VIP lounge to find Charles.

Looking at Charles and his seemingly warm, forgiving demeanor, she couldn't muster a single shred of respect for him anymore.

"Lydia, I won't allow Sierra to get near Frederick again or cause any more trouble."

"Just focus on recovering your health."

"Once you give the Foster family a grandson, everything will be perfect."

She would wait patiently for the results in three days.

If it failed, she would absolutely sue for divorce.

Tearing her gaze away, she turned to Charles. "I'll go check on the kitchen."

Receiving a nod of approval, she briskly walked away, refusing to spare Frederick another glance.

Watching her slender, retreating figure, Frederick ended his call and immediately dialed Sebastian Vane.

Sebastian's voice came through the speaker. "I reviewed the police surveillance footage. If Lydia pushes an attempted murder charge, I can absolutely get Sierra off scot-free."

"But Fred, you saved Sierra instead of Lydia. Aren't you worried she'll be furious?"

"She won't."

Still, he felt a flicker of surprise internally.

He didn't know when it started, but she had grown remarkably calm.

This was exactly the kind of wife he needed.

Yet, remembering how hollow and emotionless she had looked when she confronted him about Sierra knowing how to swim, he felt a sudden, inexplicable emptiness in his chest.

Frederick's eyes darkened, his voice a cold void. "Find the worst possible genetic match."