Chapter 121: Chapter 121

Chapter 121:

Eileen found herself locked in Bryan’s gaze, firmly stating, “I told you, I’m only interested in your money. You might be important to others, but to me, you’re just a convenient source of income.”

Bryan felt a piercing pain as her words hit him, shattering his heart.

His face turned cold.

Realizing her words hadn’t quite made the mark she intended, Eileen pressed on, her voice sharp as she delivered the cruel truths. “Apart from your money, I feel nothing for you. You have Vivian in your heart, a wife at home, and me in your bed. You’re despicable. Without your wealth, do you think I would have stayed by your side?”

Her wrist was abruptly released, sending her staggering back into the cane chair, her hair falling across her face in disarray.

Through her tangle, she saw Bryan’s forehead vein bulging, his jaw clenched tightly.

She had never seen him so engulfed with rage, and it was clear she was the trigger.

Bryan loosened his tie and pinched the bridge of his nose, a gesture of deep frustration.

Then, suddenly leaning forward, he gripped the edges of the cane chair, glaring down at her. “Eileen, you truly are heartless. After all the kindness I’ve shown you over the years, this is how you repay me?”

He sneered, his anger boiling over into a cynical laugh, his hands whitening as he gripped the chair even tighter.

Eileen, however, curled up, resigned to his wrath. Hidden beneath her tousled hair, warm tears began to stream down, cooling as they trickled along her neck.

The lingering scent of smoke quickly faded. It was because Bryan left in a huff. Shirt-clad and seething, he kicked a small stool out of his way with a loud thud and stormed out.

Lᴉtєst ϲhαptєrs in g𝓪lnov𝑒l𝑆.𝗰o𝓂 His angry silhouette disappeared through the doorway, and the faint hum of his car slowly faded into the distance.

The door stood slightly open, letting in a gust that brushed against Eileen’s face, yet she appeared unaffected by the chill.

With empty eyes, she scanned the dim room, a place dense with memories despite her short stay.

Her phone’s ring suddenly cut through the silence, disrupting the tranquility of her reflections.

It was Kian on the line, but Bailee was the one who spoke.

“Eileen, don’t worry, okay?” Bailee said.

“Just hang tight. Once I sort everything out, I’ll let you go,” Eileen responded, her voice thick with emotion.

“Okay,” Bailee said, a trace of panic detectable in her reply.

Then Kian grabbed the phone, pressing Eileen to finalize everything by the next day before he abruptly hung up.

Kian and Benjamin stayed at Bailee’s residence, a newly rented apartment that was devoid of food and drink. Although Benjamin suggested going out to get something to eat, Kian stopped him.

Kian had his meal delivered for dinner, after which he ordered Benjamin to untie Bailee and bring her to eat.

Inside the bedroom, Benjamin gently loosened the ropes around Bailee’s wrists and murmured, “Don’t worry. As long as you do as told, he won’t harm you.”

Bailee looked at him, her expression uncertain, then quickly turned away.

Benjamin’s face showed resolve, and he seemed poised to say more, but Bailee hurriedly began untying her feet.

Once freed, she rushed to the living room.

The wooden sofa there looked cheap, making Kian’s refined presence seem even more out of place in the drab setting.

He chose not to sit, instead standing to smoke in the middle of the room.

The dim overhead light attracted a few small bugs, flying around in the smoke.

In a sudden burst of anger, Bailee grabbed a vase and threw it at Kian. Kian was caught off guard, and the vase hit his forehead.

The impact reopened a wound from the previous car accident, causing blood to stream down his face. He winced from the pain.

“You bastard! What did you make Eileen do?” Bailee shouted, lunging forward to grab Kian’s collar. “You and your sister are monsters! My mother is in a coma because of Vivian! Why do you keep torturing us?”

Regaining composure, Kian pulled her hand away with a firm grip and frowned. “If Eileen had cooperated from the start, none of this would have been necessary!”

Bailee retorted, “We don’t owe you anything! Do you think you can bully us because we’re less privileged and poorer? How dare you try to control our lives? Are you using my life to manipulate my sister? I’d rather die than be a burden to her!”

In a burst of defiance, she made a dash for the window, seemingly determined to break it and jump.

Benjamin was quick to act, blocking her path decisively. “Mr. Warren has never used life as a threat. He would stoop to murder,” he asserted.

Stumbling back from the collision with Benjamin, Bailee paused, then turned to look at Kian.

Kian, with a serious and astonished tone, said, “Eileen and you are not sisters by blood.”

“What?” Bailee retorted, looking up at him without fear. “You tried to leverage my sister with threats about my virginity, right? Well, proceed! I don’t care about that!”

She had only one thought in her mind, and that was to avoid causing trouble for Eileen.

She quickly got to her feet, and in a swift motion, she removed her sweater and lifted her undershirt to reveal her flat abdomen.

Benjamin acted immediately, draping his coat around Bailee and guiding her back to the bedroom. His voice was low and urgent. “Don’t act rashly. Eileen has already complied with Mr. Warren’s demands. Provoking him won’t help you. It will only make things worse.”

He then left the room, closing the door behind him.

Back in the living room, Kian stood still, blood trickling from his forehead.

He pressed a tissue against the wound, methodically wiping the blood away, seemingly indifferent to the pain. A sneer formed on his face, not one of mockery but tinged with a different emotion.

Meanwhile, at Dawson Mansion, Eileen confronted a grim reality in the living room, standing opposite Stella, who wore a stern look. A divorce agreement lay on the table between them.

Realizing she needed to leave, Eileen understood it meant divorcing Bryan. Yet, she found herself lacking the courage to present the agreement to Bryan directly.

“I’m sorry I’ve kept this from you for so long. Thank you for protecting my position as Mr. Dawson’s wife. But I don’t feel worthy of Mr. Dawson. I’ve signed the divorce papers; I hope you can grant me permission,” Eileen said to Stella.

Stella, taken aback primarily by the divorce papers, furrowed her brow as she was lost in thought.

Rising from the sofa with resolve, she declared, “Okay, but I have no interest in this divorce agreement. Wait here; have the lawyer draw up a new one. You won’t receive anything from our family.”

Stella left those words hanging as she ascended the stairs, leaving Eileen alone in the living room.

An hour later, the lawyer rushed in, quickly going upstairs to discuss something with Stella.

After spending another moment in discussion, they both returned to the living room, laying a thick divorce agreement before Eileen.

Eileen, lips pursed in hesitation, contemplated opening the document.

Before she could start, she was interrupted with impatience, saying, “There’s no time to wait for you to read this. Don’t worry; we don’t need anything from you anyway.”

A wave of embarrassment swept over Eileen as she watched Stella quickly turn to the agreement’s last page, sharply saying, “Just sign here.”

Eileen complied, signing the document promptly.

Stella scrutinized her every move. As soon as Eileen finished, Stella handed the agreement to the lawyer and announced to Eileen, “You are now free to leave and go wherever you please, but you will get no property from us.”

“Okay,” Eileen replied, a coldness settling in her heart. She had anticipated that Stella might simply agree to the divorce, but she was unprepared for Stella’s rush, likely motivated by the fear of her claiming a portion of the wealth of the Dawson family.

Silently, Eileen departed. Watching her leave, Stella sighed deeply and whispered to herself, “Grandson, my help can only go so far.”

“Dawson, where have you been that Eileen is Mr. Dawson’s wife?” The butler was clearly surprised.

Stella snorted and said, “I let her get the position of Bryan’s assistant; she’s Bryan’s wife.”

This revelation further shocked the butler.

Stella glanced at the divorce agreement in the lawyer’s hand, then abruptly tore it apart, retaining only the page with Eileen’s signature. “I need to keep this agreement secure,” she murmured to herself.

After departing from the Dawson Mansion, Eileen headed to a coffee shop to meet with Jacob.

About half an hour later, Jacob arrived, greeting Eileen with a smile as he sat down across from her. “Why the sudden call? You know, if Bryan learns we’re meeting like this, it could spell trouble for me.”

“Mr. Meyer, I need your help to return some items to Mr. Dawson, including the car parked outside,” Eileen stated, pushing a small box and BMW keys across the table toward him.

Inside the suitcase were the property deed for the apartment on Springvale Lane and the jewelry that Bryan had given her.

Although these items held significant value, Eileen had no desire to retain or sell them.

Jacob’s expression hardened as he sat up straight, his eyes locking onto hers. “What do you mean?”

“Being quite clear, I hope you help me with this,” Eileen responded calmly.

After a moment of silence, Jacob reclined on the sofa and let out a heavy sigh. “I didn’t expect things to come to this between you and Bryan.”

Eileen watched with a mixture of bitterness and resignation as Jacob took the box and car keys.

“Thank you for all the support all this time, Mr. Meyer. I’m leaving now,” she said, picking up her bag and walking out of the café. Stepping outside and seeing the gleaming BMW, a wave of sadness washed over her.

She turned her back on the car and walked toward the bus station. The black wool covercoat she wore did little to shield her from the biting cold wind, and she soon felt the chill penetrating her bones.

Back at Springvale Lane, Eileen collected her packed luggage, and as she stepped outside, she saw Roderick waiting by the door.

He noticed her with the suitcase and quickly rushed over. “Eileen, where are you going?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Noticing her reddened, slightly swollen eyes, Roderick’s face tensed with concern. “Has someone been troubling you? Tell me who they are; I’ll teach them a lesson!” he said, turning as if to leave.

Eileen hurried forward, catching up in two quick steps. “Stop. It’s nothing like that. I’m okay. I’m planning to move to Wish Land due to my mother’s illness,” she explained.

Roderick’s eyes turned red, and he looked away, slightly embarrassed. “Judie mentioned she might be leaving, so I came as soon as I could. I’m glad I caught you before you leave.”

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