Divorce Clock Ticking (Kenneth and Angela)

Angela felt a bit surprised.

'He could've taken care of his shower last night, but he had me do it. Is he messing up with me?' she wondered.

Seeing Angela's displeased expression, Kevin couldn't resist speaking up. "Everything okay with Mr. Sinclair?" Angela shook her head, "No issues. You guys can head in. I've got to head to work."

"Sure thing."

Once Angela left, Kevin and Tony went into the villa.

Kenneth's face was cold. "What was Angela asking you at the door?"

"She asked about how you bath."

Kenneth frowned, a touch of coldness in his eyes. "What did you tell her?"

"I said you usually handle it yourself."

Feeling Kenneth's mood sour, Kevin had a bad feeling.

"Did I mess up, Mr. Sinclair?" he asked.

Kenneth's expression stayed indifferent. "Next time Angela asks about me, just tell her you're not sure."

"Got it."

He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

Their relationship was already tense, and he didn't know how to handle it if she found out he lied.

*****

Throughout the day, Angela was on edge and annoyed because of Kenneth's antics from the previous night. To make matters worse, Frank fueled the fire by bringing a new contract for Angela to sign. After going through it, Angela circled several glaring issues and tossed the contract in front of Frank.

"I'm starting to wonder if you're a spy from our rival company, Mr. Black. If I sign this contract, Empyria Group might collapse tomorrow, and we might even end up in jail."

Lowering his head, Frank scowled at the circled areas.

This contract came from Peter, who developed a grudge against Angela after their confrontation. Peter created this contract as a trap.

Peter said that he just planned to give Angela a minor setback and promised to clear the debt Frank owed him once Angela signed. That was why Frank agreed.

"Ms. Lewis, what does that mean? I've given my all to this company for years, and everyone knows it. Sure, this contract has flaws, but they are honest mistakes. Why doubt me like this?"

Lately, Angela didn't want to target shareholders, especially after laying off many employees. However, Frank's recent behavior left her no choice but to let him go.

"Remember, Mr. Black, I'm the one who gave you those shares."

Frank's face stiffened. "What are you suggesting? While it's true you gave me the shares, don't forget, I've done you a solid!"

Angela smirked, nodding. "True, but managing a company isn't your strong suit. Enjoying dividends at home every year sounds good, doesn't it?"

Frank's face turned sour and angry as he stared at Angela. "What do you mean? Are you asking me to resign?"

Entering the board was a hard-fought battle for him, and Angela, on her return, wanted him out. 'Just unacceptable,' he thought.

"Mr. Black, your department consistently performs the worst. I don't want to embarrass everyone. Within three days, resign from the board on your terms. The company will provide the dividends you deserve, and you'll have plenty of time to enjoy life."

"You!"

Frank was nearly boiling with anger, his face filled with resentment.

Angela stayed calm, looking at him and saying slowly, "Think it over and give me your answer."

Frank glared at Angela, gritting his teeth. "No need to think. I won't resign from the board. Even if you're the CEO, you don't have the authority to dismiss me."

With that, Frank left in a huff.

Back in his office, still upset, Frank dialed Peter's number.

"Mr. Wilson, when are you available? I'd like to meet regarding the proposal you mentioned. After some thought, I think it's a good idea."

After Frank hung up the phone, a cold glint flickered in his eyes.

'Angela, if you're gonna be ruthless, I'll play hardball too,' he thought.

In the evening, when Angela got back home, Kenneth was in the living room, going through some papers.

When he heard the door open, he set the files aside and turned to Angela. "Dinner's on the table. Grab a bite."

Angela's face was frosty as she walked over and took a seat across from him. "Let's hold off on dinner for now. Before we get to that, Mr. Sinclair, care to explain why, even though you're perfectly capable of handling your own bath, you had me do it for you last night?"

Kenneth stayed cool, locking eyes with Angela. "Sure, I could manage it myself, but it's easier if you do it, and besides, you're my wife."

Angela tightened her lips and declared coldly, "I'm not doing that anymore."

Noticing her slightly flushed ears, Kenneth chuckled, "Fine."

After dinner, Angela cleaned up and grabbed some fruit before heading to the living room to watch TV while snacking.

Glancing at Kenneth nearby, she couldn't help but furrow her brows. 'Isn't he supposed to be working?' she wondered.

After a while of TV, Kenneth, finding it a bit dull, turned to Angela. Seeing that she was enjoying it, he couldn't help but comment, "Is that really that interesting?"

"If you're not into it, go and work in the study or find something else to do."

When he saw Angela's indifferent look, Kenneth's gaze intensified. Just as he was about to say something, the doorbell rang unexpectedly.

Angela got up to answer the door and was surprised to find Owen and Upton outside, both looking a bit disheveled.

"Are you here to meet Mr. Sinclair?" she asked.

Owen and Upton clearly didn't expect Angela to be there. They exchanged glances, and Owen smiled, "Yeah, hope we're not interrupting."

"Not at all. Come on in."

After settling them in the living room, Angela went to make coffee.

Owen and Upton sat on the couch, their faces full of concern.

Kenneth's demeanor was chilly. "I'm not dead yet. No need for the sad faces."

Owen sighed, unable to hold back. "Your legs. Are they really incurable?"

When Kenneth had the car accident, Owen and Upton were on a business trip abroad and only learned about it upon their return. And they immediately rushed here.

"I don't know, but there's probably not much hope. Colin said it hit the old injury spot and it's worse this time. Standing up again is pretty much impossible."

Seeing Kenneth's calm attitude, Owen frowned, "I'll go abroad and find some experts. There might still be a shot."

Upton, who hadn't spoken, suddenly suggested. "I remember your leg got fixed by that miraculous doc, Avery, right? Why not have him check it out?"

Kenneth pressed his lips together. "We'll discuss it later."

Even though Avery had healed his leg before, Kenneth had never met the person. He even didn't know whether the doctor was a guy or not. Angela was always the one in touch with the doctor. Despite Angela promising to find a way to heal his leg once he recovered, Kenneth didn't hold much hope.

After a moment of silence, Owen spoke up. "Why do I feel like you're not as worried about your leg this time?"

Kenneth, about to respond, saw Angela coming over with two cups of coffee.

She set the coffee in front of Owen and Upton, her expression calm as she said, "I'm heading back to my room. Call me if you need anything."

After Angela left, Kenneth spoke expressionlessly, "When the accident happened, I had a gut feeling and mentally prepared myself that I might not walk again." Besides, he didn't want to divorce Angela. In his heart, if sticking around meant she'd help him through a life of not being able to stand, it didn't seem too bad.