Chapter 229 Pointless
"Ava clarified, "We're friends. He's just here to assist me in house hunting. I'll take this one."
She had no desire to prolong the process; find a house, purchase it, and move in. After all, houses were nothing more than steel and concrete structures. As long as the neighborhood was respectable and the house was clean and safe, it didn't need to be excessively large for a single occupant.
"Ava, are you certain? Wouldn't you like to view a few more?" William queried, concern lacing his words.
"No need," she responded, firm in her decision. "This one's satisfactory."
"Very well," William conceded, offering no further objections.
The house appeared secure enough, and he could assist Ava in changing the locks and installing a security system. Regardless of how safe a neighborhood might be, a woman living alone always had certain vulnerabilities.
The agent was taken aback by Ava's decisiveness, as tenants rarely settled on the first apartment they viewed without negotiating the price. They signed the lease and paid the deposit and rent that very day.
The rental agreement stipulated a one-month deposit and three months' rent paid in advance.
Ava had sufficient funds in her account; being the wife of Alexander, she had her own dedicated account. She would use the money in this account to invest in mutual funds, bonds, or stocks. Despite being frugal, Ava's account balance continued to grow as she refrained from reckless spending.
Once the house was rented, William drove Ava back to her former residence. Following her divorce, Ava viewed the house through a new lens. The house she had resided in for so long no longer felt like hers. Despite being in her name, it was merely a concrete structure devoid of any homely essence.
Ava instructed William to remain in the car and wait for her; she wouldn't be long. To avoid causing Ava any inconvenience, William agreed to wait.
Upon seeing Ava packing her belongings and preparing to leave with her suitcase, the butler hurried over and inquired, "Mrs. Mitchell, where are you going?"
A bitter taste filled Ava's mouth, "Don't address me as Mrs. Mitchell anymore. I'm no longer your Mrs. Mitchell. I divorced Alexander, and now I’m moving out."
"But this is your home," he protested, confusion etched on his face.
"We are divorced now, it's not my home anymore," Ava retorted, her heart heavy with sorrow. Who would willingly abandon their home if not for unavoidable circumstances?
"But Mrs. Mitchell, if you leave and Mr. Mitchell doesn't return, the house will be vacant. We'll be out of jobs," the butler reasoned.
Ava paused, considering the implications of her actions. If she left, they might lose their jobs. However, she had no desire to remain there, and it was impractical to bring the staff to her rented place.
"Just a moment," Ava said, setting down her suitcase and retrieving her phone to dial Alexander’s number.
Alexander's detached voice soon echoed through the phone, "Hello."
Hearing his voice made Ava slightly nervous, but she gathered her courage and spoke, "I've thought it over, and I've decided to move out. I know the house is in my name, but I don’t wish to live here for now. If you want to stay, you can continue living here."
"Are you certain you want to move out?" Alexander’s voice dropped colder, "Why go through the trouble?"
"I've made up my mind," Ava declared firmly. "If you don't want to stay either, then take the butler and the staff to your new place with Isabella. They can look after you there. They're all experienced employees, and it would be a hassle for you to start searching from scratch."
The other end of the phone line fell silent for a good ten seconds.
