Chapter 118 Someone's Definitely Still Hung Up
Having ensured that all was in order, Daphne collected her car keys and set off to retrieve Charles. She was driving the same vehicle she had used earlier to pick up Daisy from the hospital, after departing from Charles's residence.Casting a quick glance at the documents resting on the passenger seat, she confirmed that nothing was amiss before steering the car out of the residential district.What she hadn't anticipated was the sight of Rex, casually leaning against his own car parked strategically on the road outside, effectively blocking her exit.Left with no alternative, she rolled down her window and called out to him, requesting that he move his vehicle. She harbored no curiosity as to why he was there, nor did she wish to inquire."Daphne, I didn't intentionally obstruct your path," Rex sauntered over, resting against her open window. "Grandpa mentioned he missed you; he wishes for you to join him for a game of chess"Lies," Daphne retorted without a moment's hesitation.She knew that Grandpa was aware of her impending divorce from Charles that day. Given that he had given his consent earlier, he surely wouldn't attempt to intervene now. It was clear to her that Rex's claim was fabricated.Rex, maintaining his smile, scratched his cheek with his forefinger. "In truth, it's mother and father. They wish to share one final meal with you.""Is that so?""Indeed," Rex replied earnestly, all the while spinning a web of deceit. "If you're skeptical, I can call them right this instant."Daphne's hand lay idle on the steering wheel as she responded, "You're attempting to postpone the divorce, aren't you?" She knew that given Hayden and Laura's nature, they would likely vouch for Rex if he indeed made that call. However, she saw no need for such a call."Why are you obstructing this when your brother has already given his consent?" Daphne inquired, her brow furrowed in confusion.Rex found himself at a loss for words. How could he possibly respond to that?"If you persist with this behavior, I'll include a clause in the divorce agreement that all the luxury sports cars at home will belong to me," Daphne threatened, fully aware of Rex's fondness for them. "Considering your brother's disposition, he won't object."Rex fell silent for a moment. Then, as if nothing had transpired, he resumed his casual demeanor, "Daphne, what are you implying? We're merely discussing a divorce, correct? Allow me to guide you.""First, we must collect your brother from Queens Villa.""Understood."With that, Rex dutifully climbed into his car and led the way. His brother's garage was a treasure trove of limited edition and rare sports cars, models that were now impossible to locate in the market.En route to Queens Villa, Rex glanced at the car trailing behind him through the rearview mirror. After a moment's contemplation, he decided to call his brother.Charles had no desire to entertain any calls that day, least of all from his brother."What do you want?" Charles's voice was deep and husky, laden with an unspoken burden.Maintaining a steady pace, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, Rex asked, "Are you truly contemplating divorcing Daphne?"Charles remained silent. Rex seemed to be striking all the wrong chords."I have a strategy to buy you some time," Rex began to negotiate. "But you must promise me one thing. If I assist you and Daphne demands all your sports cars, you must refuse.""There's no need," Charles responded tersely.Rex wanted to continue the conversation, but Charles had already disconnected the call.He stared at the transparent document bag resting on the coffee table, containing all the necessary paperwork for a divorce.He might not fully comprehend Daphne, but he recognized her unwavering determination once she set her mind on something.Postponing the inevitable today wouldn't prevent it from happening tomorrow.If she no longer wished to be with him, what was the point in clinging to a marriage riddled with strife? He found no appeal in that notion.
Another hour passed, dragging its feet in the slow march of time.As the clock's hand languidly swept past three, Daphne finally arrived. Rex, the ever-gracious host, swung the door open to welcome her. As they navigated the familiar confines of the house, he filled the silence with his incessant chatter."Daphne," he began, his voice laced with a hint of concern, "are you certain you've thought this through? A man like my brother, blessed with good looks, wealth, and an enviable physique, is a rare find."He paused for effect, then continued, "If you go through with this divorce, you'll be waking up to a less appealing face each morning. Isn't that a disconcerting thought?"Daphne halted mid-stride, casting a skeptical glance his way. "Weren't you quite supportive of this divorce earlier?" she queried, her brows knitted in confusion."Support is one thing," Rex replied, his usual nonchalant demeanor firmly in place, "but ensuring you don't get the short end of the stick is another. I'm merely helping you weigh the pros and cons of this divorce."Daphne's retort was swift, "Who said anything about remarrying immediately after the divorce?" She didn't bother to challenge his presumptuous assumption.Until this very day, Rex had harbored a faint glimmer of hope for his brother, his interest piqued by the unfolding drama. Yet, here they were, on the precipice of divorce, their relationship stagnant. Wasn't it his duty to offer some semblance of support?"If you choose not to remarry, people will assume you're still pining for my brother," Rex continued, his words tumbling out in a rapid stream. "But your pride would prevent you from seeking reconciliation."Daphne stood silent, her gaze fixed on the door, "No one but you would say that."Despite his incessant chatter, Rex had stumbled upon a harsh truth. After parting ways with Charles, finding a man of his caliber would be a daunting task. Evan was undoubtedly handsome, capable of making hearts flutter, but when juxtaposed with Charles, who seemed to be blessed by the gods themselves, he fell short. The aura that Charles exuded was even more elusive.These thoughts swirled in her mind as she entered the living room of the Queens Villa, her eyes falling on the figure lounging on the couch. He was attired in a meticulously tailored suit, a few stray strands of hair lending him an air of disheveled charm. As Daphne neared, he picked up the folder resting on the table and murmured, "Let's go.""Okay," was all Daphne managed to utter.They climbed into the same car, Rex watching from the doorway as they drove away. Only when they had vanished from sight did he send a text: "They're off to finalize the divorce."The message sent ripples of emotion through the three recipients—his parents and grandfather. They grappled with their feelings before finally accepting the inevitable. Every generation had its own destiny to discover. It was not their place to meddle in the love lives of their children.The car hummed along the road, making its way to the county clerk's office. Daphne was at the wheel, Charles in the passenger seat, a heavy silence enveloping them. The journey from Charles' residence took an hour.Charles, cradling the divorce papers, stole a glance at Daphne. Her serene demeanor caught him off guard. "Nothing to discuss?" he asked, his lips barely moving.He didn't elaborate, but Daphne understood. "Nothing to discuss," she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper."Mark has transferred the money, and the deed to the suburban villa is now in your name. The most expensive sports car is parked in the garage," Charles stated, his voice steady, his eyes darkening slightly."Okay," was Daphne's curt response."The gate code to the villa is your birthday. The car keys and spare house keys are in the mailbox outside the villa. The code remains unchanged," Charles continued."Okay.""The rest of the keys are on the tray in the foyer," Charles concluded.
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