Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 86 - - Studying abroad

Cynthia gazed at her quietly, the corners of her mouth curving into a faint smile. It wasn't cold, but it was distant.

"Miss Lucca, don't you think this place is more suited for me?"

Lucca noticed the distance in her gaze but still smiled.

"Miss Lancaster, you're joking. After all, you're Vice President Wilson's wife! How could you say this place suits you?"

The smile on Cynthia's face grew wider, the mockery in her expression more pronounced.

"Sometimes, a wife is just a decoration, and the women outside are the real treasures."

Indeed, she saw a glint of pride and happiness flash in Lucca's eyes. It was clear that she was a woman—one deeply in love—so much so that she didn't even notice Cynthia's sarcasm.

The car stopped in front of an antique-style tea house. As soon as the car came to a halt, Cynthia quickly jumped out, almost as if fleeing. She didn't want to stay another second with that woman. The invisible, heavy scheming emanating from her made Cynthia feel chilled.

The moment she stepped through the door of the private room, Karl greeted her with enthusiasm. His slightly plump face broke into a grin so wide it seemed like it would stretch to his ears.

"Cynthia, you're here! Come in and warm up!"

Cynthia would dare say that Karl had never been this warm towards her in her life. He had never even smiled at her. When she was young, he would look at her only because Vincent liked her, and back then, he was still polite. He never expected that his son would become so obsessed with her, to the point of wanting to marry only her.

After she grew up, he could be said to hate her to the core, because she had distracted his son, and with her position in the Lancaster family, which held no favor, she could not help his son rise in his career. So most of the time, he would ignore her, giving her cold looks.

Cynthia was not intimidated by his warmth. She subtly avoided his eager attempt to take her coat, hanging it up herself on the coat rack, then sitting down opposite Karl. Lucca didn't enter the private room but waited outside.

Cynthia lowered her head and took a sip of tea. The warm liquid dispelled the coldness that the woman had left her with. Once she felt a bit better, she finally looked up and said to Karl with composure:

"Dylan, if there's something you want to say, just get to the point."

There was always an ulterior motive when someone like Karl, who prided himself on being above others, treated her this politely. She had no idea what he wanted, but she was worried she might not be able to handle it.

Unbothered by her bluntness, Karl's face showed no sign of embarrassment. This was Karl—he would do anything if it benefited him, but if it didn't, he could be colder and more indifferent than anyone else.

Vincent and his older brother James, however, were nothing like him. Vincent was upright, and James was honest. Perhaps it was because Karl had taken selfishness and self-interest to the extreme, so neither of his sons inherited those traits.

Karl leaned forward, a smile on his face, and said warmly:

"Cynthia, have you ever considered studying abroad?"

"Studying abroad?"

Cynthia was genuinely surprised. She lowered her head and murmured the words, not expecting the Danny family to come up with such a tactic.

Studying abroad, across the ocean, meant that she would sever all ties with Vincent. Even if there were some form of contact, it wouldn't be like this time, where Vincent's life had been put in danger.

This time, Vincent's reckless actions had truly scared them. The only way to eliminate their threat was to send her far away. How ruthless they were!

Seeing her lost in thought, Karl assumed she was considering it. He took a check from his pocket and said:

"This is one million. It should be enough for you to live abroad for two or three years."

As he spoke, Karl pushed the check toward her, carefully watching her reaction.

"Of course, if you want to stay abroad after graduation, your uncle will continue to support you."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Cynthia's mouth. With her long fingers, she picked up the check and held it up to her eyes. One million... This would finally cover the cost of replacing the heating and air conditioning in the orphanage. She could also improve the children's living conditions and buy Marc some better medical equipment.

She squinted slightly, looking at Karl, whose eyes were full of expectation. For once, her tone wasn't so distant.

"Then... which country do you plan on sending me to?"

Hearing her question, Karl's smile grew wider.

"Cynthia, how do you feel about New Zealand?"

"Heh, New Zealand? That really is a beautiful country!"

Cynthia lowered her head and took another sip of tea. Her long fingers rested on the edge of the cup, her skin pale enough to reveal the blue veins on the back of her hand.

Studying abroad? She had never considered such a thing. She had never thought of leaving everything behind. Even that snowy night when Vincent had abandoned her, when the entire world seemed to collapse around her, even now, when life was difficult, she had never entertained the idea of leaving.

She wasn't someone who enjoyed a life of constant upheaval. The feeling of being rootless, unable to find a home or stability, was unbearable to her. Every time she went out to work, she wished it would end as quickly as possible so she could return. No matter what happened during the day, taking a shower at night and curling up in her small space made her feel at peace.

If she could, she would wish for a peaceful and steady life. No woman would want to live a life of constant wandering, except for those who were born for art.

Most importantly, this city had borne twenty years of her life—her pain and struggles, her joys and laughter, her friendships and love, Marc and the orphanage. If she had to leave, she truly wouldn't want to.

But despite her deep attachment to this city, she never imagined that one day, she would leave this land and spend four years in a foreign country. If it hadn't been for that sudden turn of events, she might have lived her entire life abroad.

Karl's suggestion had indeed shaken her. The sudden change at the birthday banquet made her think a lot. She had thought that if she quietly lived her own life, everything would be fine, but it turned out she was wrong no matter what she did.

When she gave all her love, Grace Lancaster looked down on her. When she stopped speaking of love, stopped fighting, and stopped being forgiving, she brought Lucca's hatred upon herself. Perhaps she really was a cursed person. Maybe if she left, everything here would return to peace.

Vince would live a stable life with Grace Lancaster, that man would focus on Lucca, and Lucca wouldn't hate her so much. There would be fewer troubles.

In the end, she let out a barely audible sigh, took the check, and stood up calmly.

"I accept your suggestion, but... please handle things with Vice President Wilson," she said.

After speaking, she turned, grabbed her coat, and with the check in hand, walked out without looking back. Poor Karl—if one day he learned that his beloved son almost lost his life at the hands of his own secretary, how would he feel?

As for whether that man would let her go abroad, she had no idea. She couldn't understand the kind of feelings he had for her. If it were indifference, then sometimes he was too gentle; if it were friendship, he could be so cold it was truly heartbreaking.

In the end, whether he let her go or not didn't matter anymore. She had to take that one million. Karl was just a district attorney, someone who could easily write a check for a million. It was clear where that money had come from.

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If anyone asked later, she would just say it was a donation to the orphanage. The thought of Marc and the children's joy when they learned of it made the corners of her mouth lift in a smile.

In a good mood, she walked out of the room. Lucca was standing by the door, waiting. When she saw Cynthia come out with a smile on her face, she was momentarily stunned, then forced a smile back at her.

Cynthia didn't bother with Lucca's fake expressions and glanced at her casually before striding away.

It was clear that Lucca was hurt by her rudeness. She stared at Cynthia's graceful departing figure, and the calm expression on her face gradually darkened into a strong anger.

Today, she had finally met face-to-face the woman who had stolen the position that should have been hers. No! She shouldn't say that the woman took it—she had given it up herself.

If she had insisted on marrying Albert Wilson back then, he probably wouldn't have rejected her. Now, there wouldn't be this woman who kept her up at night with worry! If it weren't for helping him with revenge, why would she have to put up with all this? After all, she was the daughter of America's oil tycoon.