In the past, I would have snapped back immediately, but now, even saying one more word feels exhausting.

Silently, I took the signed divorce agreement and walked out of the villa.

As a light drizzle began to fall, I couldn't help but look back, hoping she would rush out to stop me. But what I saw was her supporting the wobbling Milan as they walked back inside.

I let out a sneer and resolutely walked into the rain.

At this point, I can't believe I'm still harboring fantasies about her—it's pure foolishness.

I returned to the villa my parents left me, took a quick shower, and went to sleep.

The next day, I woke up feeling dizzy with a stuffy nose and a slight fever after checking my temperature.

I popped a couple of cefalexin pills and was about to sleep again when my phone on the bedside table started vibrating nonstop. Half-asleep, I answered the call, only to hear Agnes angrily demanding.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you? You knew Mr. Walker was hosting today, and you knew he values harmony between couples. So you deliberately picked a fight with me yesterday?

"Are you just trying to force me to submit to you? Milan was right—children of capitalists like you are so calculating! You're actually trying to use this to threaten me."

Her tone grew sharper, and her words more cutting.

I swallowed my temper and replied, "So, you called me just to say all this?"

She snorted coldly, her tone impatient. "Get over here right now! I have to close this deal!"

I sighed helplessly, wanting to tell her it was none of my business anymore, but she hung up on me.

Her company carried some of my hard work too, so I went anyway.

As soon as I entered the private room, Mr. Walker warmly greeted me.

"Hey, Gray guy, glad you made it!"

Milan was sitting to Agnes' left, serving her food in an overly intimate manner.

A seat had been left empty on her right for me, but I didn't sit there. Instead, I pulled up a chair next to Mr. Walker.

Her face darkened with displeasure.

But I didn't care anymore. I was only here to exchange pleasantries with Mr. Walker, my father's close friend who has always looked after me.

Agnes knew about their relationship, which was why she called me to this dinner.

Thanks to me, Mr. Walker had given Agnes several orders. I owed him my gratitude.

But since I had taken cefalexin, I had to drink water instead of alcohol.