Sir, Please Sign Here to Get a Divorce-Chapter 4: Taking the Initiative to Find Her

Serena, "..."

’Someone’s looking for me?’

’Who could it be?’

Filled with curiosity, Serena Yardley turned and headed toward the school gate.

When she arrived at the school gate, a middle-aged man was there to greet her.

The man stepped forward, nodded, and said, "Miss Yardley, this way, please."

Serena followed the man to the roadside. Only when he opened the car door did she see who was sitting inside.

She recognized her; it was the woman who had been in Ethan Yardley’s study before.

An inexplicable sense of danger washed over Serena. She simply stood there, watching the woman warily.

The woman in the car looked back at her and said, "Get in. I’ll take you out to eat."

Serena remained expressionless, neither speaking nor moving.

The woman continued, "My name is Sylvia Schuyler. I don’t know if you’ve heard my name from Ethan."

’Sylvia Schuyler...’

’She was the one who called Ethan Yardley that night, saying she’d sprained her ankle and needed him to come over.’

’It was because of her that Ethan wanted to divorce me.’

Suddenly filled with hostility, Serena glared at the woman in the car. Grinding her teeth, she asked angrily, "What do you want with me?"

Sylvia Schuyler sat arrogantly in the back seat, glancing at Serena outside the car, her tone contemptuous. "To talk to you about Ethan. What, are you that afraid of me?"

"Afraid of you? A shameless homewrecker."

Serena wasn’t afraid of her in the slightest. She felt it would be demeaning to get into her car, and she bristled like a porcupine with its quills raised.

Though she was petite, standing at just 160cm even in her shoes, she gave off the deceptive air of an aggressive person you shouldn’t dare to provoke.

Anger flared in Sylvia Schuyler’s heart when she heard the word "homewrecker."

When she saw the girl wasn’t getting in, she simply stepped out of the car in her high heels and walked over to her.

At 170cm, plus another five centimeters from her heels, the woman towered over Serena by a full head.

With the imperious air of an heiress, Sylvia Schuyler looked down at the girl before her and scoffed.

"You’re quite lucky. An orphan not only gets sponsored through school by Ethan, but even gets to marry him.

It’s a wonder that for a man of Ethan’s status, his family even agreed to your marriage."

Serena glared at the woman beside her. She had to admit, the woman was tall, had a great figure, and a beautiful face.

’But judging by her appearance, she can’t be that young, can she?’

’Serena felt that even though she wasn’t as tall, she was in no way inferior when it came to looks.’

’Besides, her youth was her advantage.’

She retorted bluntly,

"The fact that my husband married me proves he cares for me. Who are you to come here and question his judgment, or his family’s?"

’Before, if I weren’t pregnant, I would have left without a second thought if my husband had someone else in his heart.’

’But now, I have a child.’

’For my child’s sake, I have to fight for this.’

’I refuse to let my child be born without a mother, or without a father.’

’Just like me, growing up never knowing who my parents were.’

’And in this life, the only family I have is Ethan.’

’I really want to give my unborn child a complete family.’

Sylvia Schuyler’s face paled. She couldn’t believe this uncivilized brat—with no status, no background, and nothing to her name—would dare speak to her in such a tone.

She strode toward Serena, hatred flashing in her eyes.

"If I hadn’t left back then, do you think you’d have had a chance to stand by Ethan Yardley’s side?"

’Sylvia didn’t deny that the girl before her was beautiful.’

’A delicate, fair, and slightly rounded face; red lips, white teeth, and features as pretty as a painting; shoulder-length hair as black as ink.’

’But aside from that pretty face, what did she have to compete with me?’

’Sylvia felt that arguing with this girl here was simply beneath her, a stain on her own class and taste.’

"Auntie, the fact is, you already left him. You’re his past. I’m his wife now. Since he married me, you should have the decency to stop bothering him."

Serena Yardley was like a little porcupine with all its quills raised, glaring indignantly at Sylvia Schuyler.

Though only in her early twenties, she had an unyielding fierceness in her bones that was surprisingly intimidating.

"You..."

Sylvia was livid, her face ashen as she glared at Serena. "Did you just call me ’Auntie’?"

"What else?" Serena raised an eyebrow.

Sylvia was so angry she wanted to slap her, but that would be beneath her as an heiress. Suppressing her rage, she looked at Serena with hatred and said:

"You’re his wife? Then you should ask him why he married you.

Furthermore, even if I left him for ten or twenty years, the day I come back and need him, he will still marry me."

"As for you, you’re nothing but a placeholder he used to kill his loneliness while I was away."

"What did you say?"

Serena clenched her jaw in fury, her small fists tightening until her knuckles cracked.

Sylvia turned her gaze away and said mockingly,

"I didn’t come looking for you for any other reason than to tell you to stop deluding yourself. Don’t think that marrying Ethan Yardley makes you some kind of princess. Trash is still trash; you can’t turn a sparrow into a phoenix."

She stepped closer to Serena, raising her hand as if to pat her on the cheek.

Serena had reached her limit. With a swift motion, she slapped her hard across the face.

Caught completely by surprise, Sylvia clutched her stinging cheek and stared at Serena, wide-eyed in disbelief.

"How dare you lay a hand on me? Do you have a death wish?"

Seeing his miss being attacked, the driver quickly pushed open his door and rushed forward to help.

Serena took a step back, pointed at the driver, and shouted:

"You take one more step and I’ll have you know my husband is Ethan Yardley! If you lay a single finger on me, he’ll make sure you disappear without a trace."

The driver froze the instant he heard Ethan Yardley’s name.

He could only stand to the side with his head lowered.

Sylvia shouted furiously at the driver, "What are you standing there stunned for? Hit her!"

The driver said timidly, "She’s Mrs. Yardley. I don’t dare."

"Useless."

Sylvia’s face was a hideous mess, her makeup smeared.

Passersby were starting to stare, looking at her as if she were a lunatic.

She shot Serena a venomous glare. "You just wait."

Then she scrambled into the car, looking thoroughly disheveled.

The driver also quickly got in the car and drove away.

Serena remained frozen in place. As she watched the woman who had appeared out of thin air drive away, the tough facade she had put on instantly wilted.

She staggered to a roadside bench and sat down. A wave of utter despair washed over her, and it felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on her chest, leaving her unable to breathe.

At that moment, in the car, Sylvia Schuyler took out her phone and dialed Ethan Yardley’s number.

The moment the call connected, she immediately started crying pitifully.

"Ethan, can you come over after work? Your little wife, she found me today and even hit me."

"What did you say?"

"*Sob*... Ethan, I know I’m making things difficult for you, but I didn’t want this to happen! If only you hadn’t..."

"I’ll be right there."

Knowing he was the one who had wronged Sylvia Schuyler back then, Ethan Yardley couldn’t hide the guilt in his heart. He quickly grabbed his jacket and left the CEO’s office.

As he walked, he called Serena Yardley.

Just as Serena, still sitting by the road, was about to get up and head back to campus, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen, surprised to see it was him.

After hesitating for a moment, she answered the call.

But the moment the call connected, the man’s low, exasperated voice came through the line.

"Serena Yardley, how long are you going to keep this up? Our problems are between us. Why did you have to go looking for Sylvia Schuyler?

And hitting her, too? You’re really getting bold, aren’t you."