A Divorce Make Me Rich

She had only been gone for ten minutes. How did she become the culprit who made her son cry?

Anthony looked at her, as if he could understand her confusion and said softly, “I told him that we are about to separate. You will probably find a stepfather who is unfamiliar and fierce-looking for him. So I asked him whether he wants to choose his father and grandmother or his mother and stepfather.”

She felt angry.

“Anthony, you are too much. How can you speak nonsense in front of him?”

He snorted and looked away. “I’m just telling the truth. You just don’t admit it. But you also have a chance to prove your innocence to Alistair as long as you stop talking about divorce anymore. That’s the best proof.”

It was ridiculous.

When did she say that she would find a stepfather for Alistair after successfully divorcing? She clearly didn’t plan on getting married again.

Moreover, Anthony’s words seemed like he didn’t want a divorce at all, making himself look like the victim while portraying her as the one ending their son’s perfect family.

Anthony was clearly using his malice to speculate about her intentions while deliberately saying it in front of Alistair. Was he trying to make Alistair distance himself from her?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. However, arguing with him who had something wrong with his brain seemed pointless, so instead she picked up their son and walked over to the accompanying bed beside Anthony’s hospital bed where she patiently explained things to him.

Alistair nestled in her arms listening attentively but secretly glancing towards Anthony every now and then.

When father and son locked eyes together, Alistair pouted with furrowed eyebrows looking unhappy.

Daddy lied again which wasn’t good. However, he couldn’t tell mommy what really happened because daddy would get mad at him if he did so. Instead, the little guy puffed out his cheeks wanting nothing more than venting out all of his frustration like an angry squirrel.

Mavis noticed this behavior, thinking that their child was still upset with her so she showered him with affectionate words, hoping it would help ease any tension between them.

“I know that my separation from your father will make things difficult for you… I’ll talk with your father again later on but until then let us not discuss anything related until after recovery okay? This way maybe we can make you happy.”

Alistair pouted even harder, crying even more tears, which caused Mavis’ heartbreak further.

On the contrary, Anthony’s eyelashes slightly raised, a gleam of light appeared in the bottom of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth pursed.

“Okay, my good Alistair, don’t be sad anymore. You’re almost crying like a little kitten. Let’s go wash your face and I’ll tell you a bedtime story, okay?”

“Wuwu…”

Alistair bit his lip, grunting and feeling guilty in his heart.

But Mavis’s gentleness and patience, and telling him a bedtime story vividly, quickly diverted his attention.

Half an hour later, the little one fell asleep, clutching onto Mavis’s arm and sleeping soundly.

Mavis lightly patted the back of the little one with one hand, making sure that he was sound asleep before carefully lying down and sleeping next to him.

She completely ignored the “patient” who should have been taken care of on the hospital bed and fell asleep shortly after.

Anthony was still looking at the quarterly report Zack sent him on his iPad, and was about to ask Mavis to get him a glass of water. He turned his head and saw a big and small figure lying side by side on the accompanying bed, both sound asleep with similar sleeping postures.

The scene was extremely warm and cozy.

Unable to bear breaking the harmonious and beautiful scene, he got out of bed himself and quietly went to pour water.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

The VIP ward was fully equipped, but it was a bit inconvenient with his left leg in a cast. Though he didn’t have to walk too far.

He drank half a glass of water slowly, placed the cup on the bedside table, and walked gently to the nearby companion bed. His gaze fell on Mavis’s sleeping face with lowered eyes.

Mavis didn’t cover herself with any blankets. She took good care of Alistair and covered him tightly with a small blanket, but completely ignored herself.

Anthony took his suit jacket and put it on for her, then sat on the bedside and stared at her sleeping face for a while.

With his handsome eyebrows deeply furrowed, he lowered his voice and asked, “Who is Raymond?” His deep blue eyes were full of curiosity and restraint.

Mavis slept soundly without any response, but he also had no intention of hearing one. It was purely out of frustration in his heart.

Kane said that Mavis admitted herself that she had feelings for that man.

It seemed that she was really good at hiding her feelings a few days ago, not showing any signs of affection and protecting that man so well. It was likely that she truly liked that man a lot.

There was an unnamed anger brewing in Anthony’s heart with nowhere to vent. He stared at her sleeping face with a cold expression, and after some thought, he took the coat covering her body away.

The next morning, Mavis woke up in the bright sunlight shining through the window.

A scent of porridge wafted into her nostrils, and she rubbed her sleepy eyes before sitting up.

There was only her on the accompanying bed, and the small bed sheet that was originally covered for Alistair last night was also covering herself.

“Mommy, you finally woke up!”

Alistair’s tender and sweet voice came from beside.

The father and son were having breakfast together.

Alistair said, “Mommy, you’re such a lazy bug. You sleep like me and wake up late.”

Mavis smiled and asked, “Is this breakfast from the driver? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Well,” Alistair started to explain, but Anthony interrupted him. “You’re here to take care of me, yet you’re the latest one to wake up. I just wanted to see how long you could sleep for.”

Mavis remained silent.

Alistair was angry and gave Anthony a resentful look with his small eyes. It was obviously his father who was worried that she hadn’t rested well enough and wanted her to sleep longer. He even instructed Alistair to be quiet while he left some breakfast for mommy too! How come he couldn’t admit it? Daddy was so foolish; he would never win back mommy’s heart!

Sensing the little guy’s gaze on him, Anthony picked up a small pan-fried bun and put it in his bowl. “Just eat your food quietly. There are no pan-fried buns on my face.”

The little guy grunted heavily but didn’t dare say anything else.

Mavis got ready quickly.

When she came out of the bathroom, Alistair handed her the breakfast that had been saved for her.

The three of them continued eating their meal in silence but harmony.

Afterwards, the Callahan family’s driver came to take Alistair to kindergarten. Mavis wanted to go with them but Anthony insisted on staying behind at work since he needed priority care as a patient in recovery.

All morning long, Mavis felt distracted until she heard her phone notification sound off repeatedly by incoming messages.

Anthony frowned disapprovingly when he saw Mavis walk over towards the window typing away furiously at replies without saying anything more than necessary about what she was doing.

As more notifications sounded off one after another creating noise within an otherwise quiet hospital room setting,

Anthony glared at Mavis with pursed lips.

“I have some personal matters I need attend,” said Mavis still looking down at her phone screen while typing away feverishly before turning around only briefly adding, “You can have lunch delivered by our driver later today instead. I might pick Alistair up later this evening when he leaves school.”

Anthony’s expression turned cold as he asked, “Where are you going?”

“It’s personal business. It has nothing to do with you.”

He furrowed his eyebrows even tighter now saying firmly, “I’m still your legal husband so I have every right know where my wife is going.”