She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 25

Hearing this, Callie's expression twisted into an awkward, complicated grimace. "Mrs. Jewell... please stop throwing a tantrum. Mr. Jewell works so hard every day. Keeping this up won't do you any good. I'm just looking out for you..."

"Alright, that's enough." Hulda cut off the 'for your own good' speech. "I respect your choice," she said plainly.

Without another word, she turned and left, getting into her car to drive to the Civil Registry Office.

Watching the car pull out of the driveway, Callie shook her head in disbelief.

It was Monday morning, right in the middle of rush hour, and traffic was a nightmare.

Hulda rushed as fast as she could and made it to the office five minutes early.

She noticed the line for divorces was incredibly long—even longer than the one for marriages.

She pulled a number and waited in line. The minutes ticked by, but there was no sign of Herbert.

She had texted him the exact time and location the night before.

Refusing to waste her time waiting aimlessly, she pulled out her phone and called him.

He instantly rejected the first call.

She dialed again.

This time, he picked up, his voice dripping with impatience. "Make it quick."

Normally, whenever he snapped at her like this, she would get anxious, quickly apologize, and hang up so he could get back to work.

But today, her voice was perfectly calm. "I'm at the Civil Registry Office. We agreed to finalize the divorce today."

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the line. "Hulda, if you have nothing better to do, go learn how to be a decent mother from Callie. I don't have time for your childish games."

He hung up.

When she tried calling back, it wouldn't go through.

He had told her, "Don't come back. It doesn't look good."

She had never understood why a wife bringing her husband lunch was a bad look, but she remembered his words. She hadn't set foot in his office since.

Years later, the place looked completely different.

She had a great memory, and she knew for a fact that the two girls working at the front desk were not the same ones from before.

"Can I help you?" one of the receptionists asked, offering a polite but slightly haughty smile as the unfamiliar woman walked in.

"I'm looking for Mr. Jewell," Hulda replied.

Looking for the boss?

The two girls exchanged a look, then subtly looked Hulda up and down, judging her appearance.