Hearing that, I noticed that aside from Grandpa, another pair of eyes was also tightly fixated on me.
This question suddenly made me at a loss for words.
I didn't want to lie to Grandpa, but, if I told the truth, he would definitely not allow us to get a divorce.
I hesitated over and over, but before I could say anything, Grandpa seemingly understood and said: "Alright, I have a clear understanding now.
Just consider it as a saving face for me.
This child didn't have his biological mother by his side when he was young, hence this dog-like temper of his.
Don't mind his childishness."
At the end, he grabbed Richard's ear, "If you think I am living too long and hindering your affairs, you might as well dissipate my anger now.
When I am gone, no one will control you if you want to get a divorce!"
"Now you're also using death to pressure me?" Richard responded with a smile that was more like a smirk.
"How dare you talk to me like that?!"
Grandpa grew angry and tried to hit him again.
This time Richard dodged and compromised: "I understand what you're getting at.
I don't particularly care.
You should ask her."
His attitude was like he didn't care about anything.
Having said that, he looked at his wristwatch,
"I have a meeting to attend."
He took his leave very conveniently, leaving me alone to face Grandpa.
After a while, Grandpa spoke again with heavy emphasis, "Girl, I'm not trying to force you into anything.
I just don't want you two to have any regrets, I know you have feelings for him."
Afterwards, he pointed to his own heart, "I can see everything very clearly here. Bianca, her mind is too complex, not suited for Richard."
"But, the person he likes is Bianca."
"He can't even see his own heart clearly."
Grandpa slowly rose to his feet, "But you, one day you will see it clearly.
Promise me, try again with him, okay?"
At this point, it wasn't suitable for me to say anything, so I agreed first.
After Grandpa left, I placed the agreement in my hand on the table, staring blankly at the bold words "Divorce Agreement."
"Who knew you had the ability to take a step back in order to advance?"
The man's casual voice rang out.
It was Richard who had returned from his meeting.
I frowned, "What do you mean?" He spoke with a hint of mockery,
"If you really want to divorce, why tell Grandpa so quickly?"
"Do you think it was me who told Grandpa?"
"Who else could it be?"
"I suppressed the sour feeling in my heart, pushed the divorce agreement in front of him, and said word by word,
"Please sign this, let's get our divorce papers as soon as possible."
A look of surprise appeared on his calm face.
"You didn't promise Grandpa?"
"I did."
I spoke without emotion: "But this doesn't affect us divorcing first, as long as we keep it from Grandpa."
Whenever I thought about the things I'd overheard outside the door, I didn't have an iota of desire to continue with him.
Begging pathetically was not something I could do.
Richard seemed to be amused by my frustration.
"Are you so impatient?
Your beloved is urging you?"
I looked at him helplessly.
"Richard, not everyone can cheat on their spouse without any guilt, like you."
"I cheated?"
"Didn't you?" I told him word by word,
"You kept saying it was all for returning a favor.
But in reality? For her, you abandoned your newlywed wife, often staying out all night, repeatedly breaking promises for her!
If you use the excuse of 'infidelity' for your dishonest deeds, can you really be at peace?"
He was slightly shocked.
"So you can't stand her that much? Or are you jealous?"
"This was unreasonable.
I forced myself to calm down and opened the cap of my pen, passing it over.
"Doesn't matter anymore.
Richard, please sign his expression turned grim as he unhappily picked up to look at the agreement, scrutinizing it:"You just want the house, right?"
"Yes." I'd put a lot of thought into decorating that house, even though it was a gift from him.
"Besides that, I don't need anything else.
The house can serve as a place for the baby and I to stay.
As for the rest, I can't make a lot of money, but it's enough for the baby to live a life that is simple, though not lavish.
Only in this way, even if one day the baby's background was exposed, I could clearly distinguish him from the Lincoln family.
After all, the Lincoln family didn't spend a single cent on him.
"Alright, let's sign it when I have time."
He casually tossed the agreement into a drawer.
I frowned, "Don't you have time now?"
Just a signature, what could it possibly delay? Richard kept a cold face, "I have to let my lawyer go through the agreement first, don't I?"
" I lowered my eyes, "Alright, do it as soon as possible."
With these words, I walked back to my office.
The matter of divorce was settled.
All that was left now was to quit my job. I made an internal call to the HR department, "Sir, this is Sophia.
I wanted to ask about the delay in approving my resignation?"
"Huh? About that, Mr. Richard has denied approval.
Sorry, I must have been too busy a few days ago and forgot to respond to the email."
Richard denied it? He should be like Bianca, the one who most eagerly wants me to leave, right?
I had no choice but to call Richard again, " the HR department said you rejected my resignation applications?"
"If you want to hide it from grandpa, it's best that you continue working at Lincoln's. Otherwise, grandpa will be suspicious."
These words do make sense.
After hanging up the phone, it wasn't until then that it hit me, wasn't it rejected a few days ago?
Grandfather only came today.
With these thoughts swirling, I started to feel bothered.
I don't know what Richard is thinking.
The calmness that had finally come, was disrupted again at this moment.
However, this bit of ripple, when I saw Richard and Bianca leaving the company together in the evening, returned to stillness.
Busy harmonizing before the divorce agreement has even been signed.
I went to the supermarket to buy some fruits and vegetables and meat, and returned home alone, I earnestly made dinner for myself and my baby.
The cooking skills I learned for him are now being used to take care of myself.
Not bad at all.
A plate of chicken stew with boiled Rice, with a glass of juice at the corner. precisely fit to offset the spiciness.
How wonderful it is.
Now I can cook dishes as per my taste.
For the past three years, I learned to cook but always had to appeal to Richard's taste.
He has a sensitive stomach and prefers bland food, but I, on the other hand, am a devotee to spicy food.
After dinner, I take a stroll downstairs to help digestion.
The doctor said, the baby is developing well now, and walking is suitable for both me and the baby.
My baby. Mom is living her best, isn't she?
So, it doesn't matter if there is no dad, right?
In the evening, after taking a bath and laying in bed semi-asleep, my phone rang.
It was Henry. Still half asleep, I answered,
"Hello, what's the matter?" "Sister-in-law, Richard is drunk, he's refusing to leave, could you come and help?"
I became somewhat alert, "You do know we're getting a divorce.
You should call Bianca."
With Bianca's intervention, he would definitely listen.
"But you are not divorced yet, so as long as you're not divorced, you are still my sister-in-law.
How could I let another woman pick up my brother?
Sister-in-law, please, can you help?"
"Henry..." Before I was able to say anything further, he had hung up the phone.