Nathan searched every possible ce Suzanne could be in.


    T


    Shovale, her mother’s house, her rented ce–there wasn’t a hint of her presence. She had


    disappeared without


    a trace.


    It’d only been a day, but he’d grown a lot wearier. The heart -wrenching pain he felt when he first left


    the country ten years ago had resurfaced with even greater intensity.


    At noon, an uninvited guest appeared at the Morrison Residence. A femalewyer hade as


    Suzanne’s representative to settle matters regarding the divorce.


    In the study, the sun outside shone bright, and the room was airy. However, the atmosphere inside was


    depressing and suffocating.


    Thewyer, Lana Scott, ced a bank card and the divorce settlement agreement in front of him. “My


    client has already signed her name on the agreement. This bank card is yours, Mr. Morrison. She’ll pay


    back the money she’d spent in installments.”


    Nathan’s expression was cold as he stared grimly at the document on the table. At the moment, his


    heart felt like it was being torn apart. It was agonizing to even breathe.


    Suzanne had promised to let him know if anything upset.


    her, and she wouldn’t resort to divorce so easily. Was she going back on her word so soon?


    Did she not want to see him that badly to have directly sent her attorney over?


    He exhaled ufortably. He then lifted his eyes from the document to look at Lana.


    “Where is she? I want to see her,” he asked, his voice


    detached.


    “I’m sorry, Mr. Morrison, Ms. York doesn’t want to meet


    with you at the moment. Once you agree to the divorce and the paperwork is all settled, she’ll see you


    naturally when it’s time to pick up the divorce certificate,” Lana exined.


    The corner of his lips curved up before he proceeded to pick up the document. He then ripped it in half


    without even ncing at it.


    bbergasted, Lana froze.


    Nathan threw the pieces of paper into the bin and said, ”


    Tell her to talk to me directly if she wants a divorce.”


    Lana got up and stood her ground as well. “If you refuse to sign the agreement, Mr. Morrison, Ms. York


    will opt for litigation.”


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    Nathan’s icy gaze darkened, and he clenched his fist slightly. The air around him felt dangerous, and


    the room Immediately turned frosty.


    She swallowed nervously. Then, she nodded politely at him to bid goodbye and turned to leave.


    After a few steps, his domineering and deep voice rag out from behind her. “There’s not a single person


    I can’t find in


    Norvania.”


    Lana froze and panicked inexplicably. Upon finding out the opposite party was Nathan Morrison when


    she was first handed this case, she’d already started to be nervous.


    She was still able to maintain her professionalism as she left the residence, forcing herself to stay calm.


    An hourter, she called and informed Suzanne of the failed discussion, as well as the agreement


    being torn up. Once she finished exining, Suzanne began discussing the details of the litigation.


    After ending the call, Suzanne slumped against the sofa. She felt worn out.


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    On the coffee table in the cozy living room, there were two tes of mac and cheese with bacon bits


    and a bowl of fruit, along with a few books.


    Sienna walked over with a jar of pickles and took a seat beside her. “Are you really filing for divorce?”


    Suzanne pursed her lips bitterly. “Yeah, I’ve made up my


    mind.”


    The only issue was the 500 thousand dors she withdrew from Nathan’s card and loaned to Sienna.


    She couldnay it back at the moment, so it’ll be slightly inconvenient.


    Sienna lifted up her te of mac and cheese, stirring it to mix the bacon bits with the mac and cheese.


    She had a spoonful to see how it tasted.


    She chewed on her food and asked slightly incoherently, Is your husband really the General Morrison


    of the Norvanian Military?”


    Suzanne slipped down from the sofa onto the floor. She scooped up a spoonful of mac and cheese and


    said, “Mhm.”


    “Does he agree to the divorce?” Sienna sat with her legs crossed, eating with her head lowered.


    Suzanne blew on her spoonfulzily to let it cool before she ate it. “He doesn’t,” she replied nkly.


    Sienna froze. “Does he love you very much?”


    There was a throbbing pain in Suzanne’s heart.


    That question caught her off guard. She felt too pained to reply and merely shook her head before


    eating her mac and cheese with her head lowered.