Chapter 8 This Family is Broken
Two days later, Grace sold the house.
It was originally worth $50 million, but the buyer haggled it down to $28 million. Clara cursed them for being so greedy.
Grace gritted her teeth. "Sold!"
She had no choice. Oliver couldn't wait in prison, and the Windsor family had massive debts and lawyer fees to cover.
After finalizing the sale, she found a way to visit Oliver.
Once the darling of socialites, Oliver now looked worn out. They spoke through a glass partition.
"Find a lawyer named Dylan Miller. He can help us," Oliver said.
Grace wanted to ask more, but their time was up, and Oliver was taken away.
Oliver looked at Grace, his eyes filled with reluctance. She had always been the Windsor family's pride, and now she was running around for them.
He knew her situation well from the news.
As he left, Grace gripped the railing so hard her knuckles turned pale. "Oliver."
Oliver touched his lips with his index finger and mouthed, "Take care."
Grace watched him go. After a long time, she slowly sat down.
'Who is Dylan Miller? What's his connection to Oliver? Why did Oliver insist on finding him? Can he really help us?' Grace had too many questions.
She felt she had to find Dylan, given Oliver's insistence.
As soon as she walked out of the prison, she got a call from a training institution. The person on the other end, addressing her as Mrs. Montague, politely informed her they weren't hiring.
Grace hung up, suspecting Henry was behind it, trying to pressure her to return.
She knew Henry didn't have feelings for her. He just needed a wife to serve him and stabilize the Montague Group's stock market.
To Henry, Grace was expendable.
Her phone rang again, this time an unknown number. She answered, and it was Henry.
His voice was as cold and commanding as ever. "Grace, let's talk."
Half an hour later, Grace walked into the Montague Group building. Celeste greeted her downstairs and escorted her to the top-floor CEO office.
Pushing the door open, she found Henry reading a document.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a divine glow on him. He was handsome, and every move he made was captivating. Even Celeste couldn't help but take another look.
"Mr. Montague, Mrs. Montague is here."
Henry looked up, his gaze sweeping over Grace. She was still slender and beautiful, but she looked a bit more worn out after the past week.
He remained unyielding; Henry had always been cold towards Grace. He then turned his gaze to Celeste and lightly lifted his chin. "Leave us. Close the door."
After Celeste left, he looked at Grace again, his tone mocking. "It's been a week, and I finally see Mrs. Montague! Why don't you come and sit? You used to love making snacks and bringing them over. Don't you remember the place?"
"Henry, I'm not here to reminisce," Grace said.
Henry fixed his gaze on her. After a moment, he sneered. "So you're here to beg?"
He picked up a cigarette box from the desk, shook out a cigarette, and lit it, his eyes locked onto her.
When Henry looked at a woman like this, it was very sexy.
Thin smoke rose, and he spoke in a calm voice, "Before you came, I did some calculations for you. Given the Windsor family's current situation, you need to earn at least $30,000 to $40,000 a month to cover your father's medical expenses. Of course, that includes the money from selling your wedding ring!"
Grace replied with no expression, "As long as Mr. Montague shows mercy, I'll find a way."
"Mr. Montague?" Henry sneered, "Last week, you were in bed, hugging my neck, purring like a kitten and calling me Henry. How come, in just a few days, I've become Mr. Montague?"
Grace realized that he wouldn't release her easily. She spoke softly, "Henry, you have no feelings for me! I didn't ask for anything in the divorce; you didn't lose anything, did you? You can easily find a young and beautiful woman to marry. Why won't you let me go?"
Henry, holding the cigarette, stared at her and sneered, "And then what? Let you flaunt the title of former Mrs. Montague and go find other men?"
Henry's words were harsh.
Grace was also angered by Henry. Her voice was hoarse. "If you won't divorce me and won't let me go, then I have only one last option!"
Henry's face turned extremely ugly.
Before Grace could react, he was already beside her. He grabbed her delicate chin and dangerously whispered in her ear, "Are you saying you'll become a prostitute?"
Grace was trembling all over, yet she did not deny it.
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