"Young Lady, you can wait, but the Townsend Family cannot wait any longer.
I think it's best for you to make a decision as soon as possible.
Mr. Warren's intention is that once you sign this, he can immediately help you save the Townsend Family.
The condition is that there should no longer be any lingering attachments between you two; if it's going to end, it should end completely."
In the dimly lit living room of a traditional Chinese-style villa, on a nanmu bench from the Qing Dynasty, the woman's face was clean yet stunningly gorgeous, showing no discernible emotion.
She no longer hesitated; she picked up a pen and signed her name, Faye Townsend, beneath the document on the coffee table.
Her beautiful regular script handwriting was as lovely as she was.
"Lawyer Qi, please go back and tell Mr. Warren thank you for his generous help.
I will do as he wishes."
Faye Townsend's voice was soft, as tranquil as she was.
That pair of clear eyes seemed to reflect the brightness of the sky.
Lawyer Qi stood up and collected the divorce agreement: "Mr. Warren said, you can stay in this villa until tomorrow."
"Still, please go back and tell him.
If he desires no lingering attachments, I will immediately sever all emotional ties.
I will vacate this house today."
Lawyer Qi sighed, "Then... Young Lady, goodbye."
"Please call me Miss Townsend, Lawyer Qi, as we will not meet again."
Lawyer Qi could not bear to look at Faye Townsend's face any longer and left with the documents.
The empty living room was so quiet that one could almost hear their own heartbeat.
She looked around the villa where she had lived for three years and lightly touched her abdomen, unable to help but laugh.
Two years of unrequited love, three years of overt love, two years of engagement, one year of marriage...
Eight years, she loved him for eight years, and he was weary of her for eight years.
This marked the end of her one-sided adoration in their marriage.
Heartache? Regret? These feelings truly existed.
But she felt she had made progress.
She once thought that if one day Hunter Warren dumped her, she would want to commit suicide.
But now, she no longer felt that way.
Suicide, for a man... who does not love her? No.
She was no longer the naive girl she was eight years ago.
From that night he drunkenly took her body, yet moaned another woman's name, she knew their love would never blossom.
Eight years, even an iron tree should have bloomed by now, right?
What more can she say about a man who won't even face her personally in a divorce?
She slowly rose and returned to her bedroom upstairs.
This was their marital room, but from the engagement to now, she had moved in three years ago, and he had only spent one night here during those years.
That one night, he was also drunk...
From being the most beautiful lady of Anchester to Anchester's number one Abandoned Woman, it only took one day.
She pulled open the drawer of her bedside table, took out her passport, ID card, a bank card he used before their marriage, and an appointment slip for an abortion scheduled for this afternoon.
, she would be leaving with nothing.
Leaving the villa, at the main gate, the window of a black Lexus slowly rolled down.
The man's nonchalant yet magnetic voice sounded: "This is the last time, do you need me to drive you?"
Looking at the mature, profound face sitting in the back seat.
Even now, her heart raced at the sight of his face.
But she was not a fool; she had her own pride.
She tried her best to straighten her back, to not appear so desolate.
"No need, Mr. Warren, thank you for your kindness. I don't have many belongings, no need for someone to accompany me."