The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 80

Evelyn complied. Reaching into her clutch, she retrieved an exquisite little velvet box and placed it on the desk. "Lawrence, I'm sorry for causing you worry last night. This is just a small token of my apology. I hope you'll accept it." Inside rested a block of premium, vintage sandalwood, prized for its calming properties.

Taking the box, Lawrence nodded. He didn't ask for the gruesome details of the previous night. Instead, he pulled open his drawer, retrieved two freshly stamped and signed copies of the divorce agreement, and slid them across the desk. "Look these over. If everything is in order, sign them, and it takes effect immediately. Arthur will handle all the notarization and remaining paperwork."

Evelyn picked up the agreement and skimmed through the pages. The clauses were crystal clear, utterly devoid of any draconian or unreasonable demands. Picking up the pen, she pressed the nib to the signature line and decisively, beautifully signed her name.

Evelyn Sullivan.

The name bled through the paper with sheer force—crisp, clean, and finalizing the end of an era.

Setting the pen aside, she tucked her copy into her bag, stood up, and offered Lawrence a deep, respectful bow. "Lawrence, thank you for looking after me these past three years. Please, take good care of your health."

Lawrence looked at her, his eyes swimming with a fatherly affection tinged with deep regret. "Evelyn, it's the Lancaster family that failed you. That foolish boy Christian didn't realize how lucky he was. If you... ever run into trouble, remember you can always come to me. There will always be a cup of tea waiting for you here."

"Thank you, Lawrence," Evelyn replied, a genuine warmth blossoming in her chest, though her resolve to leave remained absolute. She bowed once more, turned around, and pulled open the heavy study door.

Outside, Christian was impossibly still standing there, frozen like a discarded statue. The violent crimson in his eyes had receded, replaced by a hollow, convoluted deadness. He just stared at her, stared at the document in her hand, and watched as she calmly walked out, seemingly stepping out of his world forever.

Evelyn's gaze swept over him with utter indifference, as if he were nothing more than a trivial piece of furniture. She didn't slow her pace for a fraction of a second, walking straight toward the front entrance.

This time, Christian didn't stop her.

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