Beyond the Divorce

Finding the Right Time I remained still.

His behavior puzzled me, but I knew they were crocodile tears.

Eventually, he stood and said.

“Wait here, I’ll make you something to eat.” He would not show me his face.

I didn’t care about his thoughts.

Even if he showed such emotions occasionally, my image of him would not change.

I couldn’t lower myself to the level of a brute.

I knew quick action was my best defense.

I couldn’t let him succeed.

He returned to normal at breakfast, warm and smiling.

“Honey, come here.

Eat while it’s hot! Start with the milk!” He was attentive to me during breakfast, and everything seemed to have returned to normal.

His actions left me feeling a little dazed.

“How about a day off today? You’ve lost a lot of weight recently.

I could tell when I held you last night,” he said tenderly.

A vision of him and Melanie brought me back to reality.

To calm my nausea, I patted my chest.

“I don’t know why I keep feeling nauseous.

Maybe I’m too worried about my parents.” “I know.

Don’t worry too much.

Good things will come to good people.

You call your mom every day, right? Once the pandemic passes, we’ll go visit together.” Matthew’s care was meticulous.

He even helped me with a fried egg.

“Skip the yolk, okay?” Ever since I developed gallstones, I rarely ate egg yolks as they could trigger pain.

“Let’s send some money to them today.

I’m afraid they might not have enough,” I suggested.

I His hand froze for a second, and then he smiled.

“Sure, I’ll handle it!” At the office, I called my mom and told her to accept any money Matthew might send her without hesitation As expected, my mom said, “There’s no need for that.

Your dad and I have enough.

The company has many expenses, so you guys don’t need to spend too much on us.

“Mom, think of it from my perspective, okay? Can’t you just accept our money and keep it for yourselves? Our duty is to support you, and you shouldn’t refuse.

If he offers, accept it” I was a bit frustrated.

If only they could be as money–conscious as the Murphy family, then maybe I wouldn’t worry so much.

The Murphy family was all about money, never turning it down.

My mom’s tone showed concern, “Chlo, are you…” “Don’t overthink it.

I’m just anxious.

Giving you guys money is always a struggle.

Isn’t it natural for a daughter to provide for her parents? The company is doing well now.

You should just accept our support for my peace of mind!” I emphasized it again.

My mother agreed reluctantly.

However, I didn’t see Matthew transfer any money all day.

I knew he was trying to deceive me.

Over dinner, I asked him, and he said he forgot due to his busy schedule. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The following day at work, I reminded him again.

He nodded repeatedly, promising to handle it soon.

My mother called me at noon to say Matthew wired her ten thousand dollars.

It left me speechless.

He only sent ten grand? I went to Matthew’s office.

His secretary said he was with a client.

After hearing about the client, I went to the finance department.

I filled out an application for a hundred thousand dollars.

Disregarding his meeting, I went straight to his office.

I explained the situation and asked him to sign the form.

He hesitated when he saw the amount stated.

With a smile, I said, “The ten grand you sent is not enough.

They need to prepare for unexpected expenses since my dad suffers from something serious.

Let’s make sure they enjoy their retirement in peace.” He didn’t expect me to reveal the amount he sent in front of the client.

He was slightly embarrassed and quickly agreed.

“You’re right.

Your parents need peace of mind.” He signed the application form and tried to play it off by saying, “Ask your mom if there’s anything else we can do for them.” I nodded and went to the finance department to arrange the transfer.

After confirming my mother received the money, I returned to my office relieved.

I gave him a chance to boost his image since he valued it so much.

A satisfied smile spread across my face picked up the phone to check the time.

Then, hesitantly, I dialed Atlas’s number.