CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: DIVORCE RIGHT NOW!

Actually, I’m quite surprised too.

Timothy Xavier is still willing to stop his mom for me now.

Sophia Kendall said unwillingly, "Timothy, why are you stopping me? Are you not aware of the impact the news she posted today has had on Xavier Group?"

Timothy glanced at me and said to his mother, "Since its inception, Xavier Group has seen all sorts of storms and waves. What impact can a mere piece of news have?"

Sophia looked at her son in shock and said, "Are you still speaking up for her? Timothy, you already have Serena and Doris now. You can’t mess up with her anymore. Otherwise, how can you be fair to Serena?"

Timothy said plainly, "I will handle my own affairs. I’ll have Jack Sullivan send you back!"

"No!"

Sophia’s tone was particularly firm and she said sharply, "It’s one thing that this little bitch isn’t worthy of you, but she dares to smear Xavier Group and compete with Serena! Look at what she’s written; isn’t it aimed at Serena? You should divorce her, right now!"

Timothy’s voice deepened, and he said displeased, "Mom, you should go back."

After her divorce, Sophia has depended entirely on her son.

So when Timothy is unhappy, she gets a little scared.

She gave me a hateful glare and said, "Don’t be smug too soon! Serena is the daughter-in-law I’ve chosen, and you won’t be Mrs. Xavier for long!"

After speaking, she picked up her expensive handbag and stormed out.

The room returned to silence.

Timothy stood by my bedside, reached out and touched my right cheek, "Did my mom hit you?"

"Yes."

I asked back, "What? Are you going to help me vent my anger?"

Timothy didn’t speak, which was expected; could he possibly hit his mom back?

I explained grumpily, "The news I posted today wasn’t aimed at you or Serena Sawyer. I was just stating facts, feeling sorry for the innocent worker who died unjustly."

Timothy’s expression was calm and he showed no intent to blame me, "Hmm, this job is better than the previous one. At least, there’s no need for sneaking around."

I said, "If you’re upset that it’s affected Xavier Group’s stock price, just say it, no need to be so backhanded."

Timothy suddenly let out a soft laugh and said, "After managing Xavier Group all these years, if one article can affect it, I really might not be fit to mix in Veridia."

As he spoke, he observed my puzzled expression and said, "Do you know why your article hit the trending list? Because you had the exclusive, I only gave an interview to you. My wife wants to have a career, I should at least give you some support."

I didn’t expect that the online uproar today seemed so trivial to Timothy.

He was hardly swayed in the slightest.

In fact, he had long anticipated this outcome.

Only then did I realize that everything I did was just child’s play to Timothy.

Because he’s much stronger than me, he figured I couldn’t leave him, nor could I escape his control.

Thus he can harm me unscrupulously.

He certainly hasn’t thought to this day that I truly intend to divorce him.

To test his attitude towards divorce, I said, "Your mom just asked us to divorce. She’s the elder, and we should listen to what she says."

Timothy snorted disdainfully, scanning me as he said, "Now you consider her the elder? When she didn’t want you to marry me, I didn’t see you being so obedient."

I was choked up for a moment, my past admiration and devotion to Timothy now seemed like knives he stabbed into me.

Timothy grasped my chin, forcing me to look at him as he said word by word, "Zoe Ellison, playing hard to get loses its charm if done too much. As long as you don’t trouble Serena or hurt Doris, I won’t move you from the position of Mrs. Xavier."

He thought this promise would reassure me, fill me with gratitude.

But it only strengthened my resolve to divorce.

Why would I want the empty title of Mrs. Xavier?

Should I live in that villa forever, watching as he enjoys family happiness with Serena Sawyer and Doris?

Luckily, in less than half a month, I can confront him.

Recalling the evidence the lawyer asked me to gather, I suddenly said softly, "Your nails are long, haven’t you cut them for a while?"

Timothy thought he hurt me by gripping my chin, so he let go.

In fact, his nails are regularly trimmed, not very long.

But I need the sample to conduct a DNA test.

I previously checked, both hair and nails can be used for this.

Pretending to be moved by his words earlier, I made a gesture of yielding, "Why don’t you bring the clippers, I’ll trim them for you."

In the past, I always cut Timothy’s nails.

At that time, I loved him so much that doing things like trimming his nails, tying his tie, and running his bath felt like happiness.

Timothy felt quite pleased with my active appeasement.

After all, since Serena Sawyer and Doris appeared, I hadn’t spoken to him so softly in a long time.

He thought his earlier promise worked on me.

So he really brought out the clippers, sitting at the bedside like before, letting me trim his nails.

Thinking of these nails’ purpose, my heart pounded as I tried to act calm while cutting.

But Timothy still noticed my nervousness.

He said blandly, "It’s obvious you’re rusty at cutting my nails since it’s been so long."

I followed his words, "Haven’t had the chance, have I?"

My tone carried a hint of coquettishness, making him mistakenly think letting me trim his nails was a favor to me.

Sure enough, Timothy ignored my tension, instead gently caressing the cheek his mother had slapped red, saying, "Haven’t seen you so well-behaved in a long time."

To discreetly keep his nails, I cut for a while then suddenly pretended my surgical wound hurt, asking him to call the doctor for me.

As soon as he went out, I quickly wrapped his nails in a tissue and placed them in the bedside drawer.

In the evening, Timothy showed no intention of leaving.

Not only that, he even brought out water from the bathroom, saying to me, "Wash your face first."

I felt awkward with his actions; it’s been years since he was so considerate.

While I was distracted, he gently wiped my face with a wet towel.

Were it not for knowing what he’s done, this Timothy would truly seem like a dutiful and responsible husband now.

"I’ll do it myself."

I took the towel from his hand, not really wanting him to touch me.

Besides, it’s already 8 PM now, isn’t he leaving?

I really don’t want to share a bed with him again.