Chapter 65

Mason sat in the living room for the entire afternoon.

As the dusk settled in, he finally stirred, dialing a number on his phone.

"Please ask Mr. Bernard to come to the mansion and draft a divorce

agreement for me."

On the other end of the line, Ava was left dumbfounded for a moment

before managing to find her voice. "Mr. Mason, are you suggesting a

divorce?"

Mason hung up without a word.

Ava blinked, finally understanding her boss's intentions.

For a brief moment, she felt a sense of joy.

She couldn't help but think that if Mason was getting a divorce, there

might be an opportunity for her to get closer to him. She had more

advantages than Lilith.

Half an hour later, Ava arrived at the mansion with Bernard in tow. The

atmosphere in the study was incredibly heavy.

Sensing something amiss, the housekeeper promptly served coffee

and discreetly left the room. She recognized Bernard and speculated

that Mason might be seeking a divorce from Zoe.

The aroma of coffee filled the air, but no one took a sip.

Mason stood by the windows, his figure cast in a lonely silhouette by

the setting sun. In a soft voice, he conveyed his intentions to Bernard,

instructing him to draft the divorce agreement.

The terms he offered Zoe were not particularly generous. Despite three

years of marriage, he only offered her a 120-square-meter apartment

and an additional 300 thousand in cash.

Considering the Lockwood family's status in Brookesville, such

treatment would undoubtedly invite ridicule.

However, that was all Mason was willing to give her.

Harsh thoughts crossed his mind.

She shouldn't be too greedy if this was in exchange for her freedom.

They had signed a prenuptial agreement, and what he offered her was

more than fair.

Yet, deep down, he felt a sense of oppression.

Mason considered himself unyielding, but this time, he had done

something against his principles.

Perhaps it was because he saw Zoe crying on the pillow or heard her

tearful plea for mercy. Or maybe it was the sight of her diary, recalling

her youthful affection for him. He remembered how she used to call him

Mason with such innocence.

Their marriage wasn't that terrible, apart from the emotional aspect.

Mason was now willing to give her everything except his affection, but

Zoe no longer wanted it.

She didn't like him anymore.

Mason tilted his head slightly, his eyes getting hot. He attributed it to

the overheated central heating. Behind him, Bernard read through the

agreement.

"Mr. Mason, is this how you want it?"

Mason remained silent for a moment, then turned around slowly.

Picking up the agreement, he read it twice and signed it. However,

when he held the pen, he hesitated for a while.

Signing the divorce papers meant they would no longer be husband

and wife. From that moment onward, no one would softly call him

"Mason."

Mason wasn't sure if this feeling was called reluctance, but at this

moment, he was genuinely hesitant and regretful. He shouldn't have

made this decision.

He was letting her go too easily.

Ava watched him intently.

As a woman, she could discern Mason's feelings for Zoe. Despite not

liking her anymore and despite the resentment, he had slept with her

for three years. She had accidentally withessed Mason embracing Zoe

in the lounge just half an hour before the annual shareholders’ meeting.

Despite the impending important meeting, he pinned his wife at the

edge of the bed, clothes not fully removed, holding her delicate wrist

and slender waist, toying with her.

She saw it all, and Mason kept his gaze fixed on Zoe's face.

His gaze was focused.

Later, during the meeting, he was in a very good mood.

Ava's heart ached as she recalled this. She softly called, "Mr. Mason?"

Mason snapped back to reality, staring at the blank space on the

agreement for a few more seconds. Finally, he signed his name.

After signing, he asked Ava and Bernard to leave. Alone in the study,

he stood there for a long time.

That night, the housekeeper knocked on the door. "Sir, dinner is ready.

Will you come down to eat?"

Mason had no appetite. He changed into a different set of clothes and

went out. Due to his bad mood, he asked the driver to take him.

The driver turned and asked, "Mr. Mason, where are we going?"

Mason responded indifferently, “To Lockwood Hospital.”

Now, he was going to the hospital to give the divorce agreement to Zoe

for her signature. Once she signed it, they would no longer be husband

and wife. All debts and grievances would be cleared.

The driver sensed his boss's bad mood and tried to keep the

conversation to a minimum. Half an hour later, the car stopped in the

hospital parking lot.

Mason went upstairs alone. Seeing him approach, a bodyguard called

out, "Mr. Mason."

Mason nodded, walking a few steps before turning back. "Has anyone

been here?"

The bodyguard first shook his head, then seemed to recall something.

"A cake shop delivered a cake, saying it's Mrs. Zoe's birthday, and it's a

gift from a friend.”

Mason thought it might be Ella.

However, as he stood in front of the ward, looking through the white

glass and seeing the appearance of the cake, he knew it wasn't Ella.

It was Cecil.