She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 109

Luther didn't return to the villa until three days later.

It took until now for Jolie's vital signs to stabilize.

As the car parked, he was exhausted. He was going to take a shower and then rush to the company.

It was seven in the morning.

He figured little Annie wasn't awake yet.

In a bit, he could hold the little one and give her a kiss.

Having not seen her for days, he missed the little girl terribly.

The living room was completely quiet. Luther took off his coat, tossed it on the sofa, and asked a passing maid: "Is Madam not up yet?"

The maid's expression was complicated.

She hemmed and hawed.

Luther frowned slightly: "What is it?"

The maid finally stammered out the truth: "Madam moved out three days ago."

What?

Luther's brows locked tightly: "Moved out? Why didn't you tell me?"

The maid was even more cautious: "Sir, your phone couldn't connect."

Luther didn't say anything else. He went straight upstairs, his footsteps sounding dull and hoarse in the morning light. He walked all the way into the second-floor master bedroom. Everything inside looked normal. The cashmere scarf Hilda had draped over herself last time was still on the back of the sofa, lying there quietly, like a dead object.

Walking further in, it felt increasingly quiet and lonely.

The bedsheets were still the ones they had tangled on that night.

The two pillows were neatly arranged.

Several items were left on the nightstand.

The bankbooks for the houses her parents gave her, the jade bracelet Matilda gifted her, and even their wedding ring—all left behind. During the four years he abandoned her, that wedding ring stayed firmly on her finger. Now, just over a single meal, she was this angry?

In the walk-in closet, she only took a few sets of clothes.

The designer clothes, jewelry, and bags he bought for her were all left in the glass cabinets, exquisite but cold, because they had been abandoned by their mistress.

Luther traced his fingers over those items one by one.

He wondered if he was also something she didn't want anymore.

Probably not.

Women always liked to throw tantrums.

Luther picked up his phone and dialed Hilda's number.

She answered very readily.

After a few seconds of mutual silence, Luther spoke first: "Why did you move out?"

Hilda said point-blank: "I moved out to separate and get a divorce. Luther, if you're willing, we can sign the papers right now. If you need cooperation, I can temporarily keep it a secret until Matilda passes away. If you want to wait a full year before divorcing, I can wait too, but the premise is separation. I think living with you again will do Annie no good, and I don't want to waste away in this relationship anymore... It's been so long, I'm sick of saying 'let's part amicably'. Let's end it once and for all. Stop stringing me along, Luther; it's completely meaningless."

A very nice apartment. Not huge, but the location was excellent, and the residents were all high-quality tenants.

Luther held the note and looked at it for a while.

He grabbed his car keys, went downstairs, and started driving.

But halfway there, his phone rang.

It was Jolie's mother, Mina.

Mina's voice was hysterical: "Luther, I'm begging you to come see Jolie. She just tried to climb up to the roof again. I'm really terrified she'll quietly jump off when we aren't looking. Luther, I beg you to come see her, even if just for the sake of your past affection."

Luther gripped the steering wheel, his face full of exhaustion: "I made things clear to Jolie."

Mina broke down crying.

She kept begging, then suddenly let out a scream.

"Jolie, what's wrong with you?"

"Why are you bleeding so much? Don't scare Mom, stop scaring Mom."

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Luther gripped the phone.

A rapid dial tone echoed from it.

He held the steering wheel, his features tight and suppressed, before finally turning the wheel and speeding toward the hospital.