Chapter 30
Chapter 30
His face was dark with displeasure as he picked up the document and gave it a cursory glance, his voice laced with scrutiny. “So, all you want is that house?”
“Yes, I replied.
Though a gift from Bryant, that house had seen much of my heart and effort in its decoration. Beyond that, I wanted nothing else,
The house would provide a place for my baby and me to live. Everything else, while not
extravagant, was enough to ensure a decent life for my child.
That way, even if the truth about my baby’s lineage came out one day, I could firmly establish a boundary between him and the Ferguson family. After all, the Ferguson family hadn’t spent a dime on raising him.
“Fine, I’ll sign it when I get a chance,” Bryant said, tossing the document into a drawer.
I frowned. “Aren’t you free right now?” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
It would only take a moment to sign.
Bryant’s face remained impassive. “I need to have my lawyer look it over first.”
I lowered my gaze. “Okay, just make it quick.”
With those words, I headed straight back to my office.
The divorce was settled. And all that was left was to resign.
I dialed the HR department. “Hello, sir, this is Jane. I was wondering why I hadn’t got resignation approval yet?”
The director said, “Ah, about that. Mr. Ferguson said it was not to be approved. Sorry, I must’ve been too busy the past few days and forgot to reply to your email.”
Bryant refused?
He should be, like Margaret, eager to see me go.
I had no choice but to call Bryant. “The director of the HR department said you rejected my resignation?”
“If you want to keep things from Grandpa, continuing to work at Ferguson Group is the least you can do. Otherwise, Grandpa might get suspicious.” His reasoning was sound.
After hanging up, I pondered, “Wasn’t it rejected days ago? B But Timothy
othy only visited today.” Thinking it over, I felt increasingly agitated. I couldn’t figure out what Bryant was thinking. The slight turmoil in my heart settled by evening, especially after seeing Bryant and
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Margaret leaving the office together.
He hadn’t signed the divorce agreement yet, and there they were, seemingly in harmony.
I went to the supermarket, did some grocery shopping, and returned to my new place, determined to cook a hearty meal for myself and the baby.
I used the culinary skills I acquired for Bryant to look after myself. Not bad at all.
A spicy fish fillet dish and a pitcher of corn juice were perfect to soothe the heat. It felt good to cook to my taste.
For the past three years, I’d learned to cook but always tailored to Bryant’s preferences. He had a sensitive stomach and preferred bland food, but I’ve always loved spicy food.
After dinner, I took a walk downstairs to help digest the meal. The doctor said it was good for the baby and me to have some light exercise now and then.
“My baby, Mommy is trying my best to live a good life.’ I thought, ‘So, it’s okay if we don’t have a daddy, right?”
That night, after a bath, my phone rang while I was half asleep in bed. It was Steven.
I answered groggily, “Hello, what’s up?”
Steven said on the other end, “Jarie, Bryant’s drunk and refusing to leave with anyone else, Can you come and help?”
I sobered up a bit. “You know we’re getting divorced. Call Margaret.”
Margaret would surely make him listen.
“But you’re not divorced yet, so you’re still Bryant’s wife. How can I ask another wo to
pick him up? Please, Jane, I’m begging you.”
“Steven…” Before I could say more, the call ended.
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