Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 147: Extreme
"You treat them like family, but do they see you as family? After all these years, I’ve had enough of them. This time, I won’t let them off the hook, no matter what."
Caleb Grayson pinched his brow, a headache forming. "Mae, stop making a scene." Tristan was already planning to deal with the Grayson family, and Mae was just adding fuel to the fire.
"Me, making a scene? Caleb, tell me, am I the one making a scene, or have the members of your Grayson family gone too far?" Was all the suffering her daughter had endured just going to be forgotten?
"..." He couldn’t deny they had gone a bit too far, but they were still Graysons. If something happened to them, it would be the Grayson family that became a laughingstock to outsiders.
Mae Lynch grew more agitated as she spoke. "Caleb, I’m telling you, if you dare to stand in my way on this, I’ll divorce you!"
"Mae, how old are you? Why are you still acting like a child?" ’She could even say something as ridiculous as divorce.’
"Caleb, don’t think I’m just joking. I’m serious this time. Tristan, go draft the legal papers right now. I want to divorce your father."
"Yes..."
Tristan didn’t even try to dissuade her. He just turned, pulled out his phone, and headed for the door. Watching his own son about to draft his divorce papers, Caleb felt a pang of rage. ’This kid really isn’t mine!’
Just as Tristan was about to leave the hospital room, Caleb roared, "Stop!"
Tristan stopped, still holding his phone, looking ready to make a call at any second.
’Caleb knew his wife was just talking. She would never actually divorce him. But his bastard of a son was different. He always did what he said he would...’
’If Tristan really walked out of this hospital room, the divorce would be a done deal...’
"Do what you want. But I’m warning you, they’re still your elders..." ’Don’t be too ruthless...’
Tristan nodded and left the room. He gave Henry Archer a few instructions, then headed to the other woman’s hospital room.
Before his hand even touched the doorknob, his phone rang. He frowned, pulling it out for a look. His entire expression darkened. He swiped the screen to answer, turning and walking away as he spoke. "Hello?"
"Tristan, you finally answered..." On the other end of the line was the sound of a woman crying.
His brow furrowed in concern. "Don’t cry," he said softly. "What’s wrong?"
"Tristan... I’m all alone here... I’m so scared, I’m just so scared..."
"Maggie..."
But the woman didn’t wait for Tristan to speak, crying as she pleaded, "Tristan, are you planning to abandon me? Have you decided to just leave me in this foreign country? I don’t know anyone here, I can’t understand what anyone is saying... Staying here like this, I feel like I’d be better off dead. Tristan, can you come get me? Please don’t leave me here all by myself, okay?"
Hearing her words, Tristan froze, his expression turning terrifyingly grim. ’Because what Maggie said was true. It seemed he really had been planning to leave her there all alone...’
"I’m not abandoning you. Once you’ve recovered, I’ll bring you back." ’Just because that other woman is pregnant, does that mean he has to give up on Maggie?’
Maggie was on the verge of hysteria. She shook her head frantically, crying out in anguish, "AAAH! I don’t want to! I can’t wait that long!"
"Maggie, don’t be like this. We’ve worked so hard to get to this point. Please, don’t be like this, okay?" He knew all too well how stubborn Maggie could be. He was terrified she might do something drastic.
