Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 35: The Cold Shoulder–1

(Aurora’s POV)

Professor Walsh froze in the doorway. The shock on his face lingered for a moment before hardening into a mask of cold fury. His eyes, usually warm when looking at data, were now filled with a severe, piercing light.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was hard as granite. “I seem to recall telling you years ago that if you chose to walk away from this life, you should never come back to see me.”

Lewis stepped forward, raising his hands in a placating gesture. “Henry, don’t be so harsh. Aurora is here to see me. This is my office, after all…”

Walsh didn’t hear a word of it. He let out a sharp, dismissive huff and grabbed his tweed coat from the rack.

“If

you called me here just to reminisce about wasted potential, you are wasting my time,” he snapped, turning toward the door. “I’m leaving”

I couldn’t let him go. Not like this

I rushed forward, my hand closing gently but firmly around his arm. “Professor, please. Just wait.”

He didn’t turn around. His back remained rigid, radiating disappointment. “What is there to say?” His voice dripped with stinging sarcasm. “Did you come to regale me with tales of your perfect life as a wealthy housewife? Or perhaps you want to tell me how right you were to ignore every piece of advice I gave you so you could marry that… that Jasper?”

My throat tightened. A bitter fog rose in my eyes, blurring my vision.

“I was stupid,” I admitted, my voice low but steady. “I was naive.”

I let go of his arm and straightened my spine. I walked around to face him, forcing myself to meet his angry gaze. “Professor, I wasted your training. I let you down. I am sorry.”

Walsh’s feet, which had been poised to march out the door, seemed nailed to the floor. The raw honesty in my voice halted him.

Lewis sighed loudly. He walked over, grabbed Walsh by the shoulders, and practically shoved him into the leather armchair. He then pointed at the sofa for me.

“Enough drama,” Lewis grumbled. “Sit down. Both of you. Let’s talk like adults.”

Chander 25 The Cold Shoulder–1

The air in the room was heavy, thick with unsaid words. Lewis reached for the tablet on the desk to explain, but I beat him to it.

I picked up the device, my fingers flying over the screen to bring up the core data model I had been working on. I thrust it into Professor Walsh’s hands.

“Look at this,” I said simply.

Walsh looked like he wanted to throw the tablet across the room. Reluctantly, his eyes dropped to the screen.

Silence stretched for a minute. Then two.

As he scanned the complex gene sequencing charts, the anger in his eyes began to dissipate, replaced by a flicker of grudging approval. But he wasn’t ready to yield completely.

“Hmph,” he grunted, tossing the tablet onto the desk. “A simple gene sequence patent. What’s so difficult about that?”

“Oh, come off it, Henry,” Lewis scoffed, leaning against his desk. “Not difficult? Your doctoral students haven’t cracked that code in two years.”

Lewis lowered his voice, his tone shifting to something more serious. “She’s woken up, Henry. She is filing for divorce.*

Walsh’s head snapped up. The mask of indifference cracked wide open. “Divorce? Did that bastard Jasper file against you?*

I shook my head. “No. I did. The marriage was a mistake. That man… he wasn’t worth it.”

I took a breath and told him everything. I kept my voice calm as I recounted the years of neglect, the emotional isolation. But when I spoke of the miscarriage–being left alone in that cold hospital room while Jasper was with Sienna–Walsh lost it.

He slammed his hand onto the desk with a violence that made the lamp rattle. His face turned a dangerous shade of crimson.

“That son of a bitch!” he roared. “Jasper dared to treat my student like that?”

Lewis’s face darkened as well. “Don’t worry. We will handle this. Aether Life Sciences is scheduled to meet with me the day after tomorrow. I’ll have my assistant cancel it immediately.”

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