CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 89: THE WORDS "DIVORCE AGREEMENT" BURN LIKE FIRE

"You..." Evan’s eyes were filled with a ferocity that almost tore her apart, "We’re not divorced yet!"

Juliana raised an eyebrow, smiling alluringly.

"Oh, so what?"

"For four years, haven’t you been flying to Aldoria every month to be with your stepsister?"

"When you and she went back to the villa late at night, did you ever think about being married?"

"At her one call, you ignored me lying in the ICU, barely alive, just to be a good brother in her bed."

"Evan, is your face plastered with your sister’s abortion papers?"

Evan’s temples throbbed, but he suppressed his temper with great restraint.

"I haven’t touched Stella!"

Juliana remained indifferent, "I know, I know. You’ve said it many times, you’ve never touched her in front of others, because after all, you don’t have a fetish for performing in public."

"By destroying your reputation to retaliate against me, what do you gain?" His voice was hoarse.

"Pleasure!" Juliana laughed as if nourished by a fierce spring breeze, "Multiple pleasures, he lasts longer, is better than you, and his skills surpass yours."

"Juliana!"

Evan’s pupils shrunk suddenly as he grabbed her neck, pulling her in front of him.

Gasping for air, Juliana still managed to keep a hint of a smile on her lips.

"You can’t take it? But every time you hurt me for your sister, my heart was tortured inch by inch, and I had to endure it?"

"I..." The fury in Evan’s eyes gradually faded, and his hand around her neck slowly loosened.

Tears welled up in Juliana’s eyes, her smile bittersweet yet sharp.

"Don’t act so wronged with a green hat on, Evan. What I’ve done doesn’t even amount to a fraction of the harm you’ve caused me."

Evan’s hand dropped helplessly, and for the first time, his confident face showed a near-broken expression.

After a long pause, he managed to utter in a hoarse voice, "Who is the man?"

Juliana sneered lightly, "You’re not qualified to know."

Saying that, she prepared to get out of the car.

But the door wouldn’t open.

She turned her gaze to the dejected man, delivering another blow to his heart.

"I’m covered in his scent now, are you sure you still want to share a car with me?"

Evan punched the leather backrest, gritting out a word, "Get out!"

As his voice fell, the car’s central lock clicked open.

Juliana got out of the car, turning to bend over.

In those seemingly energetic eyes, countless tiny bloodshot veins were hidden.

The smile on her face was gone, replaced by deep-seated hatred.

"Evan! These four years of marriage, what you brought me was endless persecution, unavoidable drugging, nightmares night and day!"

"My life because of you has been nothing but blood, tears, and disgrace, so why would I need a jinx like you?"

"Prepare to answer the lawsuit, soon-to-be ex-husband."

After venting, she felt much better inside, slammed the car door shut, and walked away without looking back.

Evan’s heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, a bitter regret washing over him like a tide, choking him with pain.

"President Grant," Ethan softly asked, "Are you going to let it end like this?"

Being cuckolded is not something any man can easily get over.

Evan had already adjusted his emotions, his gaze terrifyingly dark.

"Go to The Empyrean Pavilion."

Isn’t that George Grant’s antique shop?

Ethan was puzzled but still responded, "Yes."

After being driven out of Celestial Vista, the Grants temporarily stayed in the back of the antique shop.

The small rooms were cramped and uncomfortable, but they were reluctant to move elsewhere and lose rental income.

After all, they no longer had financial support from the Grant Family.

"Evan, what brings you here?"

George was on the phone and hastily hung up upon seeing him.

"Where’s Lily?"

Evan was tieless, the collar of his shirt loose, with dark circles under his eyes from a sleepless night.

George didn’t understand his intent, "Why are you looking for her?"

"Evan," Riley came in holding a cup of tea, "Are you here to see your father?"

Her eyes even welled up slightly.

"You two are ultimately father and son, the bond of blood cannot be cut. You can’t possibly abandon your father just because of a few careless words, right?"

Stella followed quietly behind Lily.

Seeing Evan’s displeasure, she just called him "brother" softly and stood aside, trying to become invisible.

Evan took the tea from Lily and suddenly swung it back, the cup smashing to pieces on the floor.

Lily was so frightened that she pushed against her husband.

"What are you doing?" George barked angrily.

Evan did not answer but threw the document in his hand onto the table.

"Sign it, and I’ll restore your allowance, and we can still be father and son."

The large words ’Divorce Agreement’ were strikingly eye-catching.

George was so shocked he almost couldn’t speak.

"Why... Why should I divorce your aunt?"

Lily also panicked, "Yes, I love my husband dearly, why must we be separated?"

"Do you even realize what you did last night, or do you just not care?"

Lily turned pale instantly but, realizing he had no evidence, began to play the victim.

"Your wife spent last night with another man in room 9021, what’s that got to do with me? I only said a few words of warning to you out of goodwill, how can you suspect me?"

Evan’s eyes suddenly turned chillingly cold, his voice carrying restrained anger.

"We didn’t find out which room she was in last night!"

Lily paused, covering her mouth.

She had been taking a lot of medicine lately, her mind wasn’t clear, and she made a slip.

Stella secretly cursed "idiot" and began plotting her next move.

George understood everything, gripping the agreement with trembling hands.

"About this... I... I can discipline her."

Evan sneered, "Grandma said it’s either her or the Grant Family."

George closed his eyes, unwillingly taking out a pen.

Lily, already looking sickly, turned even paler like a ghost, clutching George’s right hand in desperation.

"Husband, we’ve been together for ten years, I love you deeply, you’re my world, my everything, you can’t leave me."

George held her wrist, "But you’ll ruin me, getting me disowned by the Grant Family."

If disowned, he would lose all his assets and properties under his name.

Lily cried bitterly, without the marriage, she’d have nothing left too.

"You have ten minutes," Evan said flatly.

"We are father and son, do you really have to push me like this?" George’s face was grim.

"If you choose this woman, you are no longer part of the Grants, and I will have no obligation to cover for you," Evan said expressionlessly.

George shuddered.

"Husband, I’m sick, you can’t abandon me."

Lily clung tightly to George’s hand holding the pen, and Stella stepped forward to gently hold her mother’s arm.

"Mom..." her voice trembled, "If you really did that to my sister-in-law... then I... I think my brother is right."

Lily was stunned, "Stella! You too..."

"You’re my mother, of course I don’t want to see you divorced."

Tears rolled down Stella’s face, yet she still insisted on finishing her sentence.

"But if you really hurt my sister-in-law, what face does my brother have left, what face do we have to stay in the Grant Family?"

Lily knew she’d been given up on, and her face turned ashen instantly.

George looked at Stella’s red eyes and Evan’s resolute expression, took a deep breath, and forcibly pried Lily’s hand away.

"Fine!"

He looked at Evan, knocking his knuckles heavily on the agreement.

"I can sign the divorce agreement, but I have one condition."