Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

The next day, two major events occurred in Tridell, and both were related to the Miller Family.

The first was that Young Master Miller’s whereabouts were unknown, and the Miller Family had been ruined overnight. The second was the steamy scandal involving Miss Miller and an adult film director, a Mr. Zhang, which had made the front-page headlines.

Mika Summers sat on the sofa, watching the man and woman in the graphic scene on the television, completely stunned...

’I’ve seen that woman before. I never thought she was that kind of person...’

Just then, Jasmine Warren came out of the bathroom. She glanced at the screen and chuckled teasingly, "In this day and age, the richer people are, the messier their private lives. I hear she’s supposed to be the daughter of some prestigious family."

Hearing Jasmine’s words, she quickly changed the channel. She tried to keep her voice level. "Yeah, she is." ’The world of the rich really isn’t a place people like us should ever set foot in...’

Jasmine smiled, buttoning her shirt as she spoke to Mika. "Mika, I’m heading to work now. Don’t go wandering off, okay? Wait for me to get home, and then I’ll go with you to look at apartments."

"Okay, I will," Mika Summers replied with a smile and a nod.

"Don’t let your mind run wild. Whatever happens, just wait for me to get back before you do anything, okay?"

"I know, I know. Don’t worry, just go to work."

"Okay, I’m off then." ’How can I not be worried?’ she thought. The memory of how Mika had looked, all alone in her room last night, was terrifying...

The moment Jasmine left, the smile vanished from Mika’s face. She turned off the television, rose, and walked out onto the balcony. Gazing down at the bustling crowd below, her expression was filled with loneliness and sorrow...

’Everyone else’s life is so rich and colorful. But for all these years, my entire world has revolved around Tristan Grayson. I don’t have my own circle of friends; I’m completely out of touch with the world. Now that I’ve left him, I don’t even know what to do. I have no idea how I’m supposed to go on living...’

’Right now, apart from this child, I have nothing. Absolutely nothing...’

After a long while, once Mika had calmed down, she turned away from the balcony. She went back to her room, grabbed her purse, and scribbled a short note for Jasmine before leaving.

’Maybe I should have my own life, live the way I want to. Jasmine was right. For all these years, I haven’t really been living a life of my own...’ 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Mika first went to the bank to cash the check for one hundred million, then deposited the money into several different accounts before leaving.

Mika had just finished cashing the check and depositing the money when Tristan Grayson received a report. So much had happened the previous night that he hadn’t had time to think about her.

Now, hearing Henry Archer report that the woman had cashed the check, he angrily swept all the documents off his desk. "Have someone keep an eye on her for the next few days!" ’It’s not that I care about the money,’ he thought, ’I’m just worried she really has some other man.’

’My money—Tristan Grayson’s money—is not for her to support some other man!’

"Yes, Boss!"

He raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "What’s the status of the hospital investigation?"

Henry Archer subtly took a step back and lowered his voice. "According to the surveillance footage, Ms. Summers did go to that hospital. She was in an operating room for over half an hour." The implication was clear: Ms. Summers really had undergone a procedure; it wasn’t a bluff.

But even if he had ten times the courage, Henry Archer wouldn’t have dared to state it so bluntly.

Tristan Grayson shot to his feet, kicking his chair over. "Bastard!" he roared. "Who performed the surgery? I’ll kill him!"

Wiping away cold sweat, Henry Archer continued to back away, trying to placate him. "Boss, calm down! Maybe... maybe it’s not that serious..."

"Fuck! Henry Archer, easy for you to say, isn’t it?" ’Of course he’d say it’s not that serious,’ Tristan fumed. ’It wasn’t *his* child.’

"No, Boss! The head of gynecology said that Ms. Summers never completed the official paperwork, so they can’t be sure if it really... really happened..." This was the only excuse Henry could come up with. He knew perfectly well the department head was just saying that to avoid responsibility, but he was also terrified his boss would kill him in a fit of rage.