Chapter 10 No Hope
"Charles, come with me." Grandfather stood up, still holding his cane.
Charles glanced at Daphne and followed Grandfather out of the room, heading to the adjacent study to discuss matters.
Laura chatted with Daphne about everyday life.
The most frequently mentioned topic was that if one day Charles proved himself worthy of entrustment for a lifetime, the Lancelot family would welcome her anytime.
In this home, Daphne felt warmth. It was reminiscent of the cozy days before her mother's passing.
Half an hour later...
Charles returned from the discussion with Grandfather. He remained the same as always, but Grandfather's expression was displeased, evident to anyone.
"Get lost, I hate seeing you." It was unclear what the two of them discussed, but Grandfather said, "Take good care of Daphne for the remaining month. If she suffers any grievances, I will give all your money to her!"
Charles replied, "Understood."
Just as the two of them were about to leave...
Laura suddenly spoke up, "Wait."
Charles and Daphne turned around together, moonlight showering them, seemingly closing the distance between them.
But it was all just an illusion...
"Have you settled the division of assets in your divorce?" Laura was worried that Daphne would be shortchanged.
"Don't worry, I won't mistreat her." Charles didn't go into details, not wanting to give the impression that Daphne was greedy. "The money for the motorhome will not be cut."
"In addition to the motorhome money, you should also allocate some of your stocks and bonds to Daphne." Laura was dead serious.
Charles: "..."
Was he truly a biological part of the Lancelot family?
Grandfather: "Your mother is right."
Hayden: "Listen to my wife, don't let her worry for you."
"Understood." Charles suppressed his anger and got into the car with Daphne.
Having already filed for divorce, they no longer pretended to be intimate.
As they watched the car drive away, Laura and Grandfather both had worried expressions. They only withdrew their gazes when the taillights disappeared from sight.
"Let them handle it themselves, stop worrying." Hayden held Laura's hand, his voice steady and warm.
Laura sighed, and Hayden patted her shoulder.
"Shouldn't you explain to me what you meant by a substitute earlier?" Laura asked, "What secrets are there between you and your son?"
Hayden: "..."
Laura: "Will you tell me or not?"
Hayden: "I promised my son I wouldn't tell."
Laura: “Kathy invited me on a trip, I heard there are many young males...’”
"Let's go back to the room," Hayden squeezed her hand and looked at her with doting eyes. "We can talk slowly."
...
The car drove towards Queens Villa Block. The two of them sat in the back seat.
This was already the twenty-third time that Charles had cast a glance at Daphne, vaguely wanting to ask something but hesitating due to certain factors.
"If you have something to say," Daphne couldn't ignore the repeated glances coming her way.
"Have you studied medicine?" Charles was genuinely curious. He once again realized clearly that he had never truly understood her.
"No," Daphne answered bluntly, leaning back in the back seat and closing her eyes to rest. "I just read some books out of interest."
Charles's gaze became even deeper. Why did he have a feeling that Daphne was lying to him?
"We'll go back and sign a new divorce agreement later, following what my mother said," Charles still felt grateful to Daphne for accompanying his family on his behalf. "We'll split the assets equally after the marriage."
"No need," Daphne refused. "Just the ones from before will do."
Charles scrutinized her with a questioning look. Was this person a bit contradictory? Asking for money one moment and disregarding it the next?
"I'll also list my post-marriage assets for you," after careful consideration, Daphne reluctantly spoke up. "We'll split them equally too."
The thought of Charles using those assets to support Kayla made her unhappy. However, since Charles offered a lot, she had no reason to give up.
"No need," Charles flatly refused. "I can earn that small amount of money in a minute."
"..."
After they returned home, Daphne took out the divorce agreement she had previously signed and redistributed the assets according to their previous discussion.
Charles didn't want her money, and she wouldn't force him to take it.
**11 p.m. at night**
The revised divorce agreement was placed on the table, and Daphne pushed it towards him. "It's your turn to sign. We'll file for divorce the day after tomorrow."
Holding the pen, Charles's gaze fell on the clear signature of 'Daphne', and he couldn't help but wonder what she felt when she signed this agreement.
He was the one who wanted to get married, and now he was the one seeking divorce.
"Daphne," it was as if his conscience awakened.
Daphne looked at her phone, waiting for Evan's reply.
She replied calmly to Charles after he called her, "What's the matter?"
"If you encounter difficulties after the divorce, you can come to me," Charles's voice sounded pleasant, and he found a reason for this statement. "Grandpa and my parents really liked you. Even though we're no longer husband and wife, we can still be friends."
"There's a saying online," Daphne put down her phone, her tone gentle.
Charles: "What?"
"A qualified ex should be treated like a dead person."
"..."
"Especially an ex-husband."
As these words were spoken, Charles felt a surge of anger. Without any hesitation, he swiftly signed his name.
He must have gone insane earlier to think about being nice to her.
"Well, remember this," Charles became inexplicably angry. He couldn't even find the source of it himself. "Ex-wife!"
Daphne casually took the paper. She felt much better now that she wouldn't have to give her money to Charles for Kayla's upbringing. "Don't worry, I'm a qualified ex-wife."
This only made Charles angrier. He grabbed his coat from the side and strode up the stairs with long legs.
If he stayed any longer, he felt like he would be driven insane.
Daphne had no intention of calming his emotions. After safely storing the divorce agreement, she went upstairs with her phone.
Ever since that phone call half a year ago, they had been sleeping in separate rooms.
Luckily they had separate rooms, or else she would have been worried they might conceive a child during the divorce.
Returning to her room, just as she set down the divorce agreement, her phone rang. It was a message from Evan: [I'm here.]
Daphne: [Shall we meet tomorrow?]
Not long after she sent the message, the call was connected.
Daphne didn't hang up and just answered, "Hello."
"Did you really marry Charles?" a playful and gentle voice came from the other end.
"Yes."
"And now you're planning to divorce?"
"Yes."
"Alright." Evan, without being nosy like Kevin, sat in the car, his lips curling upwards. With his glasses, he looked refined. "Send me the time and location, let's meet tomorrow."
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