Isabella cried until her chest ached. Dominic found it irritating and snapped, “Can you stop crying already?”
Instead of calming her, the words broke what little restraint she had left. She cried even harder, her sobs raw and unrestrained.
Dominic grew impatient. He pulled a few tissues from the side compartment and handed them to her, then turned away and stopped paying attention.
After a long stretch of silence, the car finally reached the entrance of Skyline Court.
Only then did Isabella stop crying. She wiped her tears, lifted her head, and looked at Dominic with unusual seriousness. ” Honey, we’re not getting divorced. I absolutely refuse to agree.”
A muscle jumped in Dominic’s cheek. He replied coldly, “You’re incredibly stubborn.”
With that, he opened the door and stepped out of the car.
Isabella followed him, and the two walked toward the courthouse entrance side by side.
They both stopped at the same moment.
Several unexpected figures stood in their path.
At the entrance was a man with streaks of black and white in his hair. He wore a tailored suit and leaned on a cane. His face showed no emotion, yet he radiated an oppressive authority simply by standing there.
“Dad?” Isabella called out, stunned.
Dominic frowned and greeted him. “Sir.”
He had not expected his father–in–law, James, to appear at the courthouse at this moment.
And James was not alone. A woman stood beside him, elegant and well preserved, about 40 years old. She still carried a trace of charm. 1
Her name was Yvonne Hawkins, James‘ second wife.
When James saw Isabella and Dominic, a flicker of complexity surfaced in his otherwise composed expression. “Isabella, Dominic, why didn’t you tell the family about something this serious?”
Dominic shook his head. “This is between us. There’s no need to involve anyone else.”
James‘ brow furrowed in displeasure. “Are you saying I’m anyone else?”
Dominic did not answer. He noticed the lawyer, Lydia, standing not far away and started to walk toward her.
“Dominic, you’re just as ill–mannered as ever. Who gave you the nerve to file a lawsuit? Do you think the Sinclairs‘ door is a place you can enter and leave whenever you want?” Yvonne’s cold volce rang out as she stepped directly in front of him. Disdain filled her expression.
Dominic’s pupils contracted. “Move aside.”
“Do you know this has already spread?” Yvonne said sharply. “You’ve damaged the Sinclaits‘ reputation. Withdraw the lawsuit immediately, or don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
Dominic met her gaze and spoke slowly, each word clear. “I am not a live–in son–in–law.”
He never was. No matter how powerful the Sinclairs were, he and Isabella stood on equal footing.
‘Absurd,” Yvonne sneered. “You eat the Sinclairs‘ food and spend the Sinclairs‘ money, and you still dare to say that?
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“I’ve never used a single cent of yours,” Dominic said coldly. “Yvonne, step aside and stop blocking the way.”
He still held a measure of respect for his father–in–law. For Yvonne, he offered none.
“You dare speak to me like that?” Yvonne’s face hardened. She raised her hand and swung it toward him.
Everyone froze.
The one who had been struck was not Dominic.
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