Carlisle raised his hand and rubbed his numb face, staring at Martha's pleading expression before suddenly letting out a laugh. "I never expected that you'd still send someone to follow me at your age."
Carlisle sat back down. His emotions were carefully concealed, but his gaze was as deep and endless as an abyss.
With a smile, he continued, "I asked Katrina to move out and have some space to cool off. After all, you know I'm not planning to divorce her. And since you've always opposed Shirley marrying into our family, I can guarantee you today that I will never marry Shirley…"
Carlisle's smile faded, and he leaned forward. "However, you need to help me convince Katrina to come back and let go of the idea of divorce. This is something you owe me."
He stood up, straightening his suit. Seeing Martha's sour expression, he gave a nonchalant grin. "If you can't do that, then I can't promise I won't do something drastic. After all, you know my temperament.
"I'll get what I want, even if it means resorting to any means necessary. If it means ruining her, I won't let her leave my side. Even if I have to burn everything to the ground, I'll have what I want."
With that, Carlisle walked toward the door.
Just as his hand touched the doorknob, Martha sighed and asked, "Is this really about you liking Katrina, or is it because she looks like—"
Carlisle froze, slowly turning around to shoot her a cold, emotionless look.
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