Chapter 54: Finding a Lawyer to Get a Divorce

As I walked into Nancy’s office, her reaction to my answer replayed in my mind. She’d looked startled and deep in thought, as if she’d just realized something. It wasn’t the reaction I expected, but I didn’t dwell on it.

Back at my desk, I found Zia, visibly excited. “Owen! Blason’s plan been approved?”

I nodded, and she practically jumped out of her chair, eyes gleaming. “I’ve been interning here for two months, and this is my first major project that actually got recognized!”

Seeing her eyes welling up, I tapped her shoulder gently. In this environment, someone new like her, without strong connections or major achievements, could easily be overlooked. From what I’d heard, she diligently ran errands and got coffee for others before joining my team.

I gave her an encouraging, “Well done. Let’s keep it up.”

She nodded earnestly, looking at me with gratitude. “Thank you. You’ve been such a mentor.”

“Good,” I replied with a smile, then opened my files and began discussing the next steps with her. She might be a newbie, but she was sharp and dedicated. It was easy working with her. There was only one potential hitch – she was dating Fandall. We’d been getting along well, but if Yvette went after her boyfriend, things might get complicated.

After work, I went to the hospital with a bag of my uncle and Lib’s favorite grapes. When I entered the room, I found Lila massaging my uncle’s legs, both of them chatting and laughing. The scene struck me – I knew his leg wasn’t great after his recent health issues, and he’d never let anyone touch it before.

Since when had they become so close? They both looked up and smiled when they saw me. Lily took the grapes from me, grinning. “Thanks!” She disappeared into the bathroom, and I pulled up a chair next to my uncle’s bed. “How are you? No discomfort, right?”

He was slightly unshaven, but his gaze was steady. “I’m fine, Owen. I want to be discharged.”

My uncle’s face fell. “No way. The doctor said your condition is serious, and you only had surgery recently. I can’t risk anything happening to you.”

I could see the frustration in his expression. I didn’t know everything he’d been through over the years, but he clearly hated being in the hospital; I understood. It wasn’t exactly a relaxing place. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, I said, “I know it’s tough, but you need to stay a bit longer. You can walk around the halls if that helps. Just think of it as getting more time with me. Alright?”

He nodded slowly, but then Lila returned with the grapes, beaming as she held them out. “Here, Benjamin – try these. They’re delicious.”

He chuckled and took one. “They must be good; Owen picked them.”

I smiled broadly. I appreciated him giving me credit like that.

After finishing the fruit, I unpacked three more takeout boxes. My uncle’s was the lightest and most nutritious, while Lib’s and mine had other dishes. I ate everything, while Lila kept staring at me intently. “Owen, I’ve noticed something. It seems like you’re not picky about food anymore. Since I came back, everything you eat looks so…”

How could that be? It was just that I’d merely ordered takeout that I didn’t like, to be honest. I really was enjoying it. After going through stomach cancer, how could I not take better care of myself?

I looked at her and smiled. “If you’re not eating with enthusiasm, there’s something wrong with your mindset. I’m a happy, optimistic young man now – of course, everything tastes delicious!”

Everything was eaten and cleaned up. Lila turned to me. “Owen, I’ll be flying out tomorrow for a medical check-up. It’s just a few days; I’ll be back soon.”

I paused, remembering her leg injury from years ago. She usually downplayed it, which sometimes made me forget about it.

“Alright, don’t worry about things here. Uncle Benjamin will be well taken care of,” I reassured her, smiling at her. She didn’t need to know the depth of my concern – I’d always felt a sense of guilt toward her for more than one reason. If it weren’t for her saving me back then, she wouldn’t have gotten hurt. I’d always felt guilty toward her, and with the added weight of her dying for me in my past life, I could never erase that.

My uncle coughed to break the silence, glancing around. “Owen, why don’t you take me for a stroll?”

I got up and pushed his wheelchair, Lila walking beside us down the hospital corridor. The path was filled with other patients and families out for their post-dinner walk, and I felt a wave of gratitude for the simple things – just being alive and able to…

Then, in the crowd, I spotted a familiar figure, and my heart nearly stopped.

“Cat! You taking one for a round?” I asked, quickly grasping my uncle’s wheelchair as he rushed off in insult. My heart raced, adrenaline coursing through me as I tried to catch up. But the man was a wall. Catching my breath, my mind raced with thoughts. Could he truly have been…him?

My past life. I’d been Trente’s best friend, having a woman who would love me back. And Zachary was obsessed with Yvette. It was to the point of insanity. When he found out about us, he was ready to take me out, even after choosing my clemency in the second year of our marriage. His twisted nature led him to kill me. If Lila hadn’t been there, I would have been long gone.

A year later – after he’d given up his high-paying job to become a lowly employee at her company. The timeline didn’t match – how could he be in Valgerifigishium? My hope sank; Framing danger, I couldn’t help but slap my still-face.

The pain as my life, the fatal blow she hated, and I couldn’t let her die again. Lantering + ghost – Zachary won the kidnapping.

Net Finding a Lawyer to Get a Divorce.

I motioned and smiled. “It’s nothing. I just mistook someone for an acquaintance.”

He responded:

He ‘ch’ed and didn’t comment on whether he believed me. I felt slightly uneasy but didn’t say anything.

After sending them back to the hospital room, I scrolled through my phone contacts and found the lawyer I worked with during my university years when I was an illustrator. We were very close, and when I made money, I pretty much helped him advance in his career.

I called him, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then got straight to the point. “Statthew, the woman doesn’t…