I Refuse to Divorce!

Mason sat in the living room for the entire afternoon.

As the dusk settled in, he finally stirred, dialing a number on his phone. "Please ask Mr. Bernard to come to the mansion and draft a divorce agreement for me."

On the other end of the line, Ava was left dumbfounded for a moment before managing to find her voice. "Mr. Mason, are you suggesting a divorce?"

Mason hung up without a word.

Ava blinked, finally understanding her boss's intentions.

For a brief moment, she felt a sense of joy.

She couldn't help but think that if Mason was getting a divorce, there might be an opportunity for her to get closer to him. She had more advantages than Lilith.

Half an hour later, Ava arrived at the mansion with Bernard in tow. The atmosphere in the study was incredibly heavy.

Sensing something amiss, the housekeeper promptly served coffee and discreetly left the room. She recognized Bernard and speculated that Mason might be seeking a divorce from Zoe.

The aroma of coffee filled the air, but no one took a sip.

Mason stood by the windows, his figure cast in a lonely silhouette by the setting sun. In a soft voice, he conveyed his intentions to Bernard, instructing him to draft the divorce agreement.

The terms he offered Zoe were not particularly generous. Despite three years of marriage, he only offered her a 120-square-meter apartment and an additional 300 thousand in cash.

Considering the Lockwood family's status in Brookesville, such treatment would undoubtedly invite ridicule.

However, that was all Mason was willing to give her.

Harsh thoughts crossed his mind.

She shouldn't be too greedy if this was in exchange for her freedom. They had signed a prenuptial agreement, and what he offered her was more than fair.

Yet, deep down, he felt a sense of oppression.

Mason considered himself unyielding, but this time, he had done something against his principles.

Perhaps it was because he saw Zoe crying on the pillow or heard her tearful plea for mercy. Or maybe it was the sight of her diary, recalling her youthful affection for him. He remembered how she used to call him Mason with such innocence.

Their marriage wasn't that terrible, apart from the emotional aspect. Mason was now willing to give her everything except his affection, but Zoe no longer wanted it.

She didn't like him anymore.

Mason tilted his head slightly, his eyes getting hot. He attributed it to the overheated central heating. Behind him, Bernard read through the agreement.

"Mr. Mason, is this how you want it?"

Mason remained silent for a moment, then turned around slowly. Picking up the agreement, he read it twice and signed it. However, when he held the pen, he hesitated for a while.

Signing the divorce papers meant they would no longer be husband and wife. From that moment onward, no one would softly call him "Mason."

Mason wasn't sure if this feeling was called reluctance, but at this moment, he was genuinely hesitant and regretful. He shouldn't have made this decision.

He was letting her go too easily.

Ava watched him intently.

As a woman, she could discern Mason's feelings for Zoe. Despite not liking her anymore and despite the resentment, he had slept with her for three years. She had accidentally withessed Mason embracing Zoe in the lounge just half an hour before the annual shareholders’ meeting. Despite the impending important meeting, he pinned his wife at the edge of the bed, clothes not fully removed, holding her delicate wrist and slender waist, toying with her.

She saw it all, and Mason kept his gaze fixed on Zoe's face.

His gaze was focused.

Later, during the meeting, he was in a very good mood.

Ava's heart ached as she recalled this. She softly called, "Mr. Mason?" Mason snapped back to reality, staring at the blank space on the agreement for a few more seconds. Finally, he signed his name.

After signing, he asked Ava and Bernard to leave. Alone in the study, he stood there for a long time.

That night, the housekeeper knocked on the door. "Sir, dinner is ready. Will you come down to eat?"

Mason had no appetite. He changed into a different set of clothes and went out. Due to his bad mood, he asked the driver to take him.

The driver turned and asked, "Mr. Mason, where are we going?" Mason responded indifferently, “To Lockwood Hospital.”

Now, he was going to the hospital to give the divorce agreement to Zoe for her signature. Once she signed it, they would no longer be husband and wife. All debts and grievances would be cleared.

The driver sensed his boss's bad mood and tried to keep the conversation to a minimum. Half an hour later, the car stopped in the hospital parking lot.

Mason went upstairs alone. Seeing him approach, a bodyguard called out, "Mr. Mason."

Mason nodded, walking a few steps before turning back. "Has anyone been here?"

The bodyguard first shook his head, then seemed to recall something. "A cake shop delivered a cake, saying it's Mrs. Zoe's birthday, and it's a gift from a friend.”

Mason thought it might be Ella.

However, as he stood in front of the ward, looking through the white glass and seeing the appearance of the cake, he knew it wasn't Ella.

It was Cecil.