Chapter 860

chapter860

The anniversary party had ended in chaos, with Kathleen being forcibly sent back to the Sullivan family estate.

Teague never once made an appearance.

He was, she was told, out of the country on business.

For the next two days, Kathleen tried to contact her husband, but his phone was either turned off or unreachable.

In a fit of rage, she smashed two phones at home.

The servants all walked on eggshells around her, terrified of becoming the target of her fury.

A week passed like this.

Then, on an ordinary morning, as Kathleen finished breakfast and prepared to go out,

Teague's assistant suddenly appeared.

After a brief, polite greeting, he handed her a file.

Kathleen opened it, confused.

The next second, the words "Divorce Agreement" burned into her eyes.

For a moment, her mind went completely blank.

A second, a minute, maybe longer passed

before she slowly lifted her head and looked at the assistant.

"What is the meaning of this?" she asked, her voice dangerously low.

"Mr. Sullivan asked me to give this to you," the assistant replied in a strictly professional tone.

"Go back and tell Teague that if he wants a divorce, he can come talk to me himself! What's the point of sending papers? Does he really think I'll sign them?"

"Very well, I will relay your message to Mr. Sullivan." The assistant calmly picked up the papers she had thrown in his face, turned, and left.

The moment he was gone, a flicker of panic crossed Kathleen's face.

She immediately called Corley and explained the situation.

"... Your father wants to divorce me!"

On the other end, Corley was calm.

He waited for her to finish venting before speaking slowly. "Okay, I understand."

Kathleen was stunned.

"Is there anything else?"

"Corley! Do you have any idea what's happening?! Your father, Teague, wants to divorce me!"

"I know. I thought he would bring it up right after the party. I'm surprised he waited a week."

"..."

"You-you get back here right now! Unless you don't want me as your mother anymore!"

That final threat finally succeeded in bringing him home.

As Corley stepped through the door, he was met with Kathleen's tear-streaked face.

He couldn't help but sigh. "Mom..."

"Corley-"

Kathleen threw herself into his arms, sobbing.

Corley stood awkwardly for a moment before patting her gently on the back.

"Corley, you have to go talk to your father! Make him change his mind about the divorce!"

"I'm sorry, Mom. I can't make Dad's decisions for him."

"You-whose side are you on?! What was the point of raising you? Don't you realize that if your father and divorce, your own interests will be damaged? If he marries someone else and has other children, they'll be taking food right off your plate! Are you really okay with that?!"

Corley's expression turned serious. "Mom, you don't need to explain the pros and ons to me. I've already thought about all of that. But it

doesn't matter what think net

interfere with what Dad decides to do.

"You've been married to him for decades, you should know his temper once he's made up his

mind, there's no turning back You

should understand that better than

anyone."

Kathleen's face went deathly pale. She had just managed to steady herself, but now

she swayed on her feet again.

"So... I'm just supposed to let him abandon me?" she whispered to herself.

"Decades of marriage... Why? Why is he suddenly bringing up divorce?! Is it because of Aberdeen?! It's her again! It's always her! Why won't she just disappear?!"

Corley said, "You might not believe this, but Dad never mentioned any intention of divorcing you to me before this."

"... You mean, he kept it a secret even from you?"

"I don't know."

Corley left, leaving Kathleen to wander through the empty villa like a lost soul.