The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1776

Chapter 1776

"You!" Presley's face darkened instantly, feeling provoked and ready to lash out, but a frigid gaze from Alyssa silenced him.

Yes, he couldn't. He was here to make amends, not to argue. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before speaking again, “What do you want me to do? How should I act so that you will stop this?"

Alyssa's patience was wearing thin, “Are you deaf or just stupid that you can't understand what I'm saying?"

Presley's face twitched uncontrollably, his hand gripping his walking cane shaking.

Alyssa could probably quess that Presley was reaching his limit. From the moment he showed up again, she knew that her previous words hadn't convinced him to let her go.

Today, she had tried both kindness and harshness. If he still insisted on holding on, then he had only himself to blame. Moreover, she wasn't intentionally trying to provoke him. This was the truth.

“Presley, I've made it very clear. Do you think I left any room for us?"

Alyssa emphasized again, then laughed coldly, “Or perhaps you're just embarrassed about the divorce since it was my idea. Should I clarify to the press that I never wanted a divorce, but you insisted, and I was merely complying with your wishes? After all, you seem to enjoy kicking people out. You've kicked out your son, daughter-in-law, and even your grandson. Am I the only one left? That's fine. I don't mind. Kick me out too. It'll make you feel better."

She struggled to her feet, leaning heavily on her legs. “The divorce is inevitable. As for the details, you can decide. As long as we divorce, I don't care how it happens."

Presley looked at Alyssa, surprise flickering in his eyes. “You..."

“Are you referring to my legs? Yes, I've been working hard to recover for the sake of my two future great-grandchildren. Even though it's painful, I need to get better, so I can take care of them for a few more years. That's what grandparents should be doing. But you wouldn't understand. In your eyes, only the Harper family matters."

Presley's gaze lingered on Alyssa's legs. Hearing her words, he slowly looked up at her.

“You said two."

Alyssa gave him a mocking smile. "Who's been keeping it from you?"

Presley was silent, recalling the times when Damon and Chloe had mentioned their children in front of him.

From the time he went to see them before the Global Economic Summit and overheard their argument about naming the children at the restaurant, there were hints.

His face lit up at the thought, but then quickly darkened again.

Two great-grandchildren...

However, Alyssa watched his changing expressions, her face growing colder again, "I don't want to see you now. Please leave immediately. You better give me the divorce agreement voluntarily. Otherwise, when the court hearing comes, and we're declared divorced in front of all the media, won't that be more embarrassing for you?"

"Do you really want to take this step?” Presley asked solemnly.

"Do you think I've been talking shit all this time?"

Presley was taken aback by her crude language, but it only confirmed Alyssa's determination. There was no turning back.

He slowly stood up, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh. After a while, he opened his eyes, stared Alyssa for a long time, and left the mansion silently.

Alyssa didn't know what he was thinking, but she had a feeling that Presley could no longer find a reason to continue fighting.

Hannah looked at Alyssa helplessly, "Madam, after all these years, why do you insist on this? Mr. Presley rarely admits his mistakes."

After many years of serving Alyssa, she knew that Presley still cared for her. Every few weeks, he would send over daily necessities, exotic items, and things that Alyssa liked.

Alyssa never said anything, but Hannah knew that she understood. He still loved her, but he just didn't know how to express it.

Hannah too had experienced countless arguments and disagreements with her husband. They had even considered divorce, but after calming down, they felt it was unnecessary. Especially since they had children.

They didn't want to cause psychological trauma or raise them in a single-parent family; they considered their children’s wellbeing. This mindset may not be correct in today's society, but which mother wouldn't want to consider their children's best interest?

If Alyssa hadn't been worried about the impact of her divorce on her son and daughter-in-law, there wouldn't be the situation they were in now, thirty years later.

All these years, she could've continued living her life, waiting for her beloved great-grandchildren’s arrival. This could also be a happy life.

Alyssa shook her head, "If I don't do this, he'll never realize how many things he has done wrong in his life and how outrageous his mistakes are."

"But there's no need to actually go through with the divorce..."

"No, I need to tell him that his actions are unforgivable and he has no chance to regret them. If I forgive him in the end, or if I back down, he might still think he has a way out. Hannah, he's made unforgivable mistakes. Why should I forgive him?"

Hannah was stunned. Yes, why should one forgive unforgivable mistakes?

Sometimes, there was no clear right or wrong in the world, and no simple choices. Many things contained great contradictions, making choices difficult.

In the following days, Alyssa didn't receive any divorce agreement from Presley. But the court hearing was approaching.

Chloe never thought that the matter would actually wind up in court.

Presley stubbornly resisted divorcing Alyssa, dragging the process on for much longer than expected. With his fiery temperament, Chloe had assumed he'd be infuriated into agreeing, yet he seemed to have no concern for his public image and was willing to take things to court.

On their way to the courthouse, Chloe asked Damon, "What on earth is Presley thinking? Does he not want to divorce, or is there something on Alyssa that he's desperately after?"

Damon pursed his lips. ‘I'm not sure. But when Grandma first moved out, she took nothing with her."

Chloe raised an eyebrow, lazily leaning into him as she pondered, "So, what is he up to? For a man who values his reputation, why would he let things escalate to court?"

Damor's thin lips tightened, and he flicked her forehead with a finger. ‘Can't you just relax and enjoy the ride?

Must you always be worrying?"