CHAPTER 13: CHAPTER 13: HE SAW THE DIVORCE LAWYER I HIRED

We hadn’t reacted yet when Timothy Xavier had already pushed the door open and entered.

He came so suddenly that we didn’t even have time to discuss a strategy.

Seeing Jenna Sutton, he wasn’t very surprised.

But when he saw the lawyer, there was a hint of suspicion in his dark eyes.

Jenna was afraid he’d notice something, so she quickly played dumb and said, "This is Zoe’s former colleague, who came to check on her after hearing she was sick. Don’t worry, she has a tight mouth and won’t reveal your hidden marriage."

"President Xavier, hello."

Hannah Quincy calmly smiled at him, not revealing any flaws.

Timothy Xavier nodded with grace, then his gaze fell on Jenna Sutton.

His tone was gentle yet carried an undeniable authority, "My daughter will be at St. Jude’s Kindergarten from now on, please look after her and don’t let her suffer any grievances."

After he finished speaking, he had nothing else to say.

Jenna Sutton was stunned, incredulous as she asked, "Timothy Xavier, you didn’t come here just to ask me to look after your daughter, did you?"

Timothy Xavier replied, "What else? Remember, do not try anything on my daughter. Otherwise, The Sutton Family cannot afford the consequences."

It was clear he knew Jenna had come here today to find me.

And since I have such a good relationship with Jenna, naturally he feared Jenna would take personal vengeance and wrong Doris.

Jenna was so angry at him that she didn’t know what to say.

After warning Jenna, he was about to leave.

But as he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, looked back at me, and routinely asked, "Are you alright? What did the doctor say?"

The doctor’s office is right next to my ward, yet he couldn’t even bother to ask.

But he went out of his way amid his busy schedule to find Jenna just to say, "Don’t wrong my daughter"!

Even though I’ve decided to divorce, this was the person I liked since I was a child, so how could my heart remain indifferent?

"I’m fine."

I didn’t want to say another word.

Timothy Xavier nodded, and Jack Sullivan hurriedly opened the door for him.

Once he was far away, Hannah Quincy said to me, "Now I’ll talk about what you need to prepare for this divorce."

I looked at her, listening intently.

She said, "If you want to strive for the greatest benefits, first, you must understand your husband’s assets, including his fixed assets, stocks, and funds; second, and most importantly, is evidence of your husband’s affair."

"Attorney Quincy, I have photos of my husband cheating, do they count as evidence?" I asked.

Attorney Quincy replied, "Photos alone are not strong evidence unless they’re intimate photos. But if you can prove that the child is your husband’s and Serena Sawyer’s, then his adultery during the marriage can’t be denied, and the judge would favor you in asset division."

Saying this, she reminded me, "During this period, you must not alert him to your secret investigation of his assets or gathering evidence. Otherwise, with his resources, your husband has a thousand ways to transfer assets or destroy evidence."

Only then did I realize divorcing Timothy Xavier was as difficult as marrying him.

It’s just that my state of mind is entirely different between the two events.

Before Hannah Quincy left, she added me on WeChat so I could reach out any time with questions.

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I stayed in the hospital for three days, and Jenna Sutton came to accompany me every day.

Timothy Xavier didn’t show up again, nor did Nanny Lowell.

Nanny Lowell said that Serena kept making her cook bird’s nest soup daily and create various difficulties, so she couldn’t find the time to visit the hospital.

Today, the doctor said I could be discharged, but from now on, I must eat a balanced diet and absolutely avoid a pure vegetarian diet.

I solemnly agreed.

On the way back, I went to the supermarket and bought an electric cooker and fresh ingredients, both vegetarian and meat.

Fortunately, every room in The Xavier Manor is spacious, even a guest room has enough space to put a pot and cook meals.

When I returned home, dinner was already prepared in the villa.

Walking past the dining room, I noticed meat and vegetables on the dining table.

Timothy Xavier still ate vegetarian, while Doris and Serena could eat both meat and vegetables.

I recalled that the villa’s fridge used to strictly forbid anything meat-related.

But now, they could even eat meat right under Timothy’s nose, and he tolerated it.

It turns out, Timothy Xavier strictly adhered to those rules because he hadn’t found someone he was willing to break them for.

Not wanting to look at the heart-wrenching, satirical scene anymore, I prepared to go to my own room.

Just then, Serena spotted me, "Miss Ellison, you’re discharged? Have you recovered? I planned to take Doris to visit you at the hospital."

I stopped in my tracks, looked at her coldly, and said, "Thanks to you, I’m not dead. If you want to be the second wife, it seems you’ll have to wait a while."

Serena’s face changed slightly, then she pathetically said, "I wanted to apologize for Doris accidentally knocking over the urn that day. Please forgive her, and forgive me for not disciplining her well."

"Is Miss Sawyer’s apology just words? No sincerity at all?"

My quick questioning left Serena in a difficult position.

If she didn’t respond, it would show no sincerity.

So she had no choice but to bite the bullet and respond, asking, "Then what kind of sincerity does Miss Ellison want?"

I sneered and said, "Knocking over my daughter’s urn, how is it different from grave robbing? Even robbers would bow three times before a tombstone, or else risk being struck by lightning."

Serena quickly shifted the topic to Doris, "Miss Ellison, Doris is just a child. Isn’t it too much to ask her to kneel? She has never been wronged by Timothy in her life."

I looked up at her and said, "You’re her mother. If you failed to discipline her, shouldn’t you be the one to do it on her behalf?"

Hearing this, Doris quickly ran to her mother’s side, glaring at me angrily, "You’re just a maid, a servant! My mom is the mistress, you should bow to her!"

Serena hugged her daughter, feeling very pleased.

But I was shocked that such words could come from a three-year-old’s mouth.

What had Serena been instilling in Doris daily?

Doris continued to shout on behalf of her mother, "I want you to kneel and bow to my mom, didn’t you hear?"

My gaze fell on the man elegantly eating as if untouched by worldly matters, and I asked, "What do you say?"