Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 96 - - The situation was chaotic

Cynthia held the newspaper from that day, staring at the large, glaring headline. Suddenly, she couldn't say a word. He and she had really come to the end of the road. She had thought that after she stepped back, he would dedicate himself entirely to Grace Lancaster.

Perhaps, this time, Vincent had truly given up on Grace Lancaster for her, completely severing all ties with her. Maybe that's why she was finally able to let go of years of stubbornness and obsession, allowing him to leave and giving love a way out.

Sighing, she picked up her phone and called Vincent. His voice on the other end of the line was calm, without a hint of emotion.

"Cynthia, you know, I never loved her. In fact, I even hated her. If she hadn't insisted on using marriage to threaten my family back then, you and I wouldn't have ended up like this."

"Vince, what about your family? How are you going to explain it to them?"

Cynthia hadn't forgotten the calculating Karl. The Lancaster family's business was thriving, and Karl was a very important political ally. If they divorced now, Karl's economic support would be completely cut off.

"She's the one who asked for the divorce," Vincent said淡淡, his tone neutral. Though it was her who asked, it was ultimately his pressure that led to this.

The afternoon after Cynthia went to visit him, Grace Lancaster came over. She sat by his bedside as usual, peeling fruit for him. He glanced at her side profile, her head lowered. Actually, Grace Lancaster could be considered beautiful, but because she usually wore a cold, indifferent expression, she gave off an aloof vibe.

However, no matter how beautiful other women were, none could compare to the little princess in his heart.

"Grace—"

He softly called her name, then reached out and took her hand. He could clearly feel her body tremble, but he still steeled himself and spoke.

"There's no chance for us in this life. I don't want to hold you back any longer. How about you let me go and give yourself a chance, too?"

Grace Lancaster lowered her head, holding back the overwhelming pain that surged from within, pulling her hand out of his grasp. How ironic it was—after more than two years of marriage, the kindest moment he had ever shown her was when he was breaking up with her.

Perhaps her heart had already become numb from the pain. She turned stiffly, mechanically took out a document from her bag, and handed it to him. Her voice was flat, detached.

"I've already signed the divorce agreement."

Then, she stood up, grabbed her bag, and left the room without looking back. She feared that if she hesitated, tears would pour uncontrollably.

Before coming here, she had been torn, unsure whether to let go of her years of persistence. He had loved that woman for so long, and she had loved him just as long. She had thought herself strong enough to hold on until old age, but now his indifference had finally given her the reason to let go.

He stood there, holding the document, stunned for a long time. Then, a relaxed smile slowly appeared on his face. Two years—he had finally escaped this loveless marriage, but some people had long since stopped waiting for him.

"Vince, what will you do now?"

Cynthia felt a deep sense of loss. If only... if only she hadn't impulsively agreed to marry that man, would things have turned out differently?

Then she thought, if she hadn't married that man, she wouldn't have earned Lucca's hatred and deadly intent. There would have been no desperate rescue from Vince, and Grace Lancaster wouldn't have let go. So, perhaps all of this was fate.

Fate's arrangement—none of us can resist it, none of us can struggle against it. We can only be tightly bound by it.

"What will I do?"

Vincent's tone carried a long-forgotten lightness, and he even jokingly said to her in a good mood,

"I'll just keep doing my job as a prosecutor, keep serving the people!"

And... still love you! But that was something he only silently told himself. Cynthia, just seeing you live happily in this lifetime is enough for me.

Cynthia couldn't help but smile lightly, her mood lifting as she was infected by his lightheartedness. This was the first time since their relationship had soured that she smiled at him so freely, without hesitation.

"Cynthia, you must be happy!"

Finally, Vincent suddenly stopped smiling and gently said those words before hanging up. Cynthia could clearly sense the sorrow in his voice.

She sighed. Two years of estrangement, coupled with a year of marriage to that man, had gradually helped her let go of her feelings for Vincent. But it seemed that Vincent was only sinking deeper.

Just as Vincent's call ended, her phone rang again. She looked at the caller ID and answered. The displeased voice of the other person came through.

"Who were you talking to just now? Why was it such a long call?"

She opened her mouth, about to say it was Vincent, but then fell silent. Her silence seemed to confirm something for him.

"What? He just announced his divorce, and you couldn't wait to reconnect with him?"

His mocking words came through the phone, and Cynthia felt a heavy weight in her chest. She had eagerly called Vincent, but it wasn't to rekindle the past.

"Think whatever you want!"

She stiffly threw a few words at him before hanging up the phone. This man either disappeared for ages without contacting her, or when he did, he would do everything in his power to drive her crazy.

On the other end of the line, Albert Wilson was holding the phone, his face darkening. He had been on a business trip abroad, just gotten off the plane, and was sitting in the car that came to pick him up when he heard about the divorce between Grace Lancaster and Vincent. Without a second thought, he dialed her number immediately.

He wasn't sure why he called her—he just suddenly felt uneasy. Vincent was divorced, so what would she do? Would she ask him for a divorce and follow that man far away? Or would she stick to their agreement, waiting until the Lancaster Empire collapsed before divorcing?

Her phone had been busy for a while, but when he finally got through, she chose to remain silent when he asked her. He knew that with her personality, she wouldn't lie, so her silence confirmed that she had indeed been on the phone with Vincent.

He felt a surge of anger and blurted out something without thinking. She, however, cut the call off again without hesitation. Furious, he threw the phone aside.

Damn woman. Even if he had said something wrong, she could have pointed it out, but instead, she always just hung up on him. A woman like her, who keeps everything bottled up inside, didn't even let them have a proper argument.

Jim, driving the car, glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror. Seeing the grim look on his face, Jim furrowed his eyebrows in exasperation. Ah, his boss wasn't a sharp-tongued person, so why was he so harsh when talking to Cynthia? Could this really be "love so deep, it leads to harshness"? Tsk tsk, if that's true, things might get interesting!

After secretly reveling in the situation for a while, Jim cautiously spoke up.

"Boss, the Lancaster Empire's stock has recently hit an all-time high. It's at its peak now. Don't you think it's time to pull back? While the Lancasters are in such chaos, we could make a move and send the Lancaster family crashing to the bottom. How satisfying would that be?"

Because of the divorce between Grace Lancaster and Vincent, William S. Lancaster nearly had a stroke, and Karl was so angry he nearly vomited blood. The situation was chaotic. Karl had been desperately clinging to the Lancaster family's once-thriving business as his support, but if the Lancaster family were to suddenly collapse overnight, Karl would likely be so shocked that he might die of it.

It was a perfect two-birds-with-one-stone plan, something only Jim could come up with.

However, his boss coldly shot him down, shattering his growing pride. The boss ordered,

"Don't touch them yet."

"Why?"

He anxiously asked, only to see a trace of impatience cross his boss's face.

"Find the witness who saw the three of them team up to harm my parents first. I want to make sure they suffer a clear and definite end."

"Oh—"

Jim dragged out his reply and looked again at Albert Wilson in the back seat with suspicion.

Connecting it to the phone call he had just heard with little Cynthia, Jim couldn't shake the feeling that his boss was deliberately delaying any action against the Lancaster family because of her. It was said that the boss had made an agreement with Cynthia: when the Lancaster Empire collapsed, they would divorce!

With Vincent's divorce just finalized, if the Lancaster Empire were to collapse now, and if Cynthia were to divorce him, it seemed likely she would follow Vincent far away.

Thinking he had guessed his boss's intentions, Jim couldn't help but shrink back. Although he wasn't sure whether his boss's actions towards Cynthia were out of love or hatred, he could see that this plan was ruthless!

The two families were, after all, highly esteemed in the city, so even the slightest disturbance would attract attention. As Grace Lancaster announced the end of her marriage to Vincent, speculations and rumors began to spread, especially the negative ones targeting Cynthia, which quickly became widespread.

Everyone knew that Vincent had risked his life for his sister-in-law on the day of William S. Lancaster's birthday banquet. Such a bond could hardly be explained by mere sibling affection between a brother-in-law and his sister-in-law.

Some people said that Miss Cynthia Lancaster, who was already involved with the charming and distinguished Vice President Wilson, was still eyeing the handsome and talented prosecutor Vincent.

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