Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 492

Willow spoke slowly, her voice perfectly even. "She is Julian's adopted sister, the Sinclair family's ward, and practically his partner. They've been together for years, sharing a bed, and they even have a child together in secret. I am currently divorcing Julian."

As Willow laid out the twisted reality word by word, her mind was entirely anchored in the messy past, completely oblivious to the drastic shift in the man sitting beside her.

Silas hadn't absorbed a single detail of the Sinclair family's absurd drama. Other people's romantic entanglements meant absolutely nothing to him. But the moment the word "divorcing" hit his ears, it hijacked his entire being.

The air in the room seemed to freeze. A rush of pure heat surged straight to his head, his chest heaving as his temples pounded uncontrollably. His dark, fathomless eyes lit up with startling intensity. He stared fixedly at Willow, subconsciously holding his breath, terrified he had misheard her.

She... was divorcing Julian?

"You... are getting a divorce from Julian?" Silas forced himself to suppress his overwhelming emotions, his voice tight and raspy as he asked for confirmation.

Willow heard him and gave a small nod. "Yes."

With that final confirmation, every ounce of his lingering anxiety evaporated, replaced by an earth-shattering wave of ecstasy. Silas completely lost his ironclad self-control. "Good! That is absolutely wonderful!"

Hearing this, Willow looked up in sheer bewilderment. It was the first time she had ever seen this normally stoic, unreadable man display such explosive emotion.

And honestly, she didn't quite understand why he was so happy.

Catching her stunned expression, Silas snapped back to reality. He suddenly remembered that Julian was the man she had loved for years. Even if they were getting a divorce, she was likely still hurting.

Fueled by sheer adrenaline, Silas didn't sleep a wink that night.

The next morning, long before dawn broke and the roosters even thought about crowing, he was already out of bed.

Since he was up so early with nothing to do, he took a leisurely stroll around the courtyard.

When he first arrived, one glance at this rustic environment had filled him with absolute disgust. The chickens, the dogs, the occasional pig squealing—it all grated on his nerves. Knowing Willow had been stuck here alone for so long had only made him angrier.

But walking through it now, everything felt entirely different.