Chapter 230 The End of the Wait
Ava continued her conversation, asking, "Is that acceptable to you?"
After a moment of contemplation, Alexander finally responded, "Understood. I'll make the necessary arrangements. If you're going to leave, then go."
His interest in further discussion seemed to have waned; he ended the call immediately after speaking.
Ava released a soft sigh and turned to the butler, "I've spoken with Alexander. He will handle everything once he's ready to move. You'll be serving a new Mrs. Mitchell then. As for this house, simply tidy up and secure the door upon your departure."
She contemplated the possibility of her return, or perhaps she would never set foot in this place again.
An empty house, no matter how grand, lost its purpose.
As she descended the staircase, the butler stepped forward, offering to take her suitcase. "Mrs. Mitchell, allow me to assist you with that."
Given her delicate condition, Ava acknowledged his offer with a nod of gratitude, "Hmm, thank you."
The butler carried the suitcase down the stairs alongside Ava. As they descended, he voiced his thoughts, "It's such a regrettable situation between you and Mr. Mitchell. I always believed you two were the epitome of happiness. I never anticipated such an outcome."
Ava managed a small, forced smile, "That's all in the past now. All good things must come to an end."
"But it feels wrong for it to end this way." Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, the butler paused and spoke candidly, "Mrs. Mitchell, if you'll pardon my boldness, there must be some misunderstanding between you and Mr. Mitchell. If you could just discuss it, perhaps things wouldn't have escalated to this point."
Ava was renowned for her good temper and kindness, which compelled the butler to voice his concerns. With anyone else, he would have kept his thoughts to himself.
Ava retrieved her rolling suitcase from him, "The issues between him and me are beyond a simple misunderstanding now. It's time for me to depart. Thank you for your care all this time. Goodbye."
With that, Ava turned and walked away, her figure radiating an aura of solitude.
The butler sighed, watching her leave. 'Mr. Mitchell clearly cherishes Mrs. Mitchell; why did it all have to crumble so tragically?'
Meanwhile, Alexander stood at the entrance of Isabella's hospital room, a cell phone he had just used still clutched in his hand.
After a moment of silence, Alexander pushed open the hospital room door and entered.
Isabella's eyes sparkled with anticipation upon seeing Alexander. "Alex, you are here," she greeted him.
Her pale, frail demeanor was particularly pitiful, especially her watery eyes that seemed ready to overflow with tears at the sight of Alexander.
Alexander approached and pulled up a chair beside her bed, settling into it. "Isabella, how are you feeling?" he inquired.
"I'm doing well. How about you?" She was aware that today was Alexander's divorce day; she had been waiting anxiously, her heart pounding, unable to eat.
Observing the hopeful look in Isabella's eyes, Alexander remained silent for a long while before finally pulling out the divorce papers and the annulled marriage certificate from his pocket, placing them on her bedside table.
Isabella quickly picked up the documents, scanning the 'VOID' stamp on their marriage certificate and the divorce papers. Instantly, the tension in her heart eased, and she let out a sigh of relief, her face reflecting satisfaction.
"Alex, you're finally divorced. You're free now," Isabella said, tears streaming down her cheeks. She held Alexander's hand tightly, her eyes welling up with tears. "From now on, we can be together openly, and no one can separate us, no one has the right to judge us."
She had finally reached this day; that woman had finally divorced Alex, and it was such a relief.
