From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 90

At that exact moment, Sierra stumbled into the room, shoving Lydia hard against the doorframe before throwing herself into Frederick's arms. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, tilting her flushed face up. "Freddie~"

"You're drunk. Let your sister take care of you," Frederick said softly, tossing the folder onto the top shelf.

The pink ribbon slipped away, leaving the words 'Divorce Agreement' in bold print completely exposed.

But he didn't see it.

"No, I want you to take care of me," Sierra whined, tightening her grip on his waist and shooting Lydia a cold, triumphant glare.

Lydia felt absolutely nothing. She turned and walked out of the study. As she headed to the master bedroom, she caught sight of Frederick wrapping an arm around Sierra, gently guiding her downstairs to personally tend to her.

Stepping into the master bedroom, she stared at the expensive grey sheets. Memories of Frederick and Sierra tangled up on this very mattress a few days ago surged to the front of her mind. A wave of violent disgust hit her. She grabbed the duvet and sheets, ripping them off the mattress and hurling them to the floor, panting from the exertion.

Her phone rang. It was Gable.

"Ms. Sterling, why aren't you at Moonlight Cove?" Gable asked. "My landlord just kicked me out. Does this mean I'm fired?"

"I moved back to Tidal Crest Manor for now."

Gable's voice spiked with panic. "If I lose this job..."

"Come to Tidal Crest Manor. From now on, you work wherever I live," Lydia said. She genuinely adored Gable.

Gable's cooking—the flavor, the presentation—was tailored entirely to Lydia's preferences.

She never catered to Frederick's tastes.

When Gable first started working for them, Lydia and Frederick were actually happy.

Frederick used to tease her about it: *"If someone didn't know better, they'd think you were the head of the house."*

She had playfully shot back: *"Why can't I be?"*

What was it he had said to her back then...?

It didn't matter anymore. There was no point in remembering.

Lydia ruthlessly shoved the memory away, listening to Gable's ecstatic cheering on the phone.

"I'm packing my bags right now, Ms. Sterling!"

"Wait, won't the boss be angry?"

The name dragged a wave of repulsive memories from the depths of Lydia's mind.

There was no way The Sutton Group had a partnership with The Zener Institute. They exclusively developed semiconductor chips; they had absolutely nothing to do with pharmaceuticals.

And given Sierra's abysmal intellect... how on earth did she manage to befriend someone like Colton Witt?

A mocking sneer touched Lydia's lips.

"What's so funny, sister? You have zero accomplishments of your own. You shouldn't be laughing at me. I'm one of the top graduates from the Averton Institute of Technology this year. I've already locked down several offers from the AIT Campus Recruitment." Sierra frowned in disgust. "Unlike you, who went abroad on a full scholarship just to come back and leech off others. Don't you feel guilty wasting all those resources?"

Lydia couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge her. She put down her silverware and stood up to leave. As she walked away, she heard Frederick reply to Sierra.

"I'll take you to the exchange tomorrow."

Absolute, blind faith.

Had Frederick completely lost his ability to reason?

Sierra's research papers were absolute garbage...

But whatever. It was none of her business anymore.