Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 88: You’ve Already Agreed to the Divorce?

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: You’ve Already Agreed to the Divorce?

Claire lifted her eyes and met his gaze for a moment, then immediately looked away, responding coldly with a brief "hm."

Tristan Lockwood furrowed his brows.

"Thinking about yesterday again?"

"No." She subtly pulled away from his embrace, speaking distantly, "I know that for the reputation of the Lockwood Family, you’ll definitely handle this matter with full effort. But yesterday’s incident didn’t really affect me; after all, I’m an outsider in your social circle anyway."

Tristan’s voice immediately turned cold: "So you mean, you think that what I said to you yesterday was solely for the Lockwoods?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The room was unlit.

In the darkness, even though Tristan’s face couldn’t be clearly seen, just hearing his icy tone made Claire realize he was on the verge of anger.

Nonetheless, she affirmed his statement, saying, "Otherwise, what else could possibly make you care about me? Tristan, I’ve known you for so many years and understand you quite well. If it weren’t for the substantial impact on the Lockwoods’ interests this time, would you really be concerned about me?"

The air suddenly fell into a dreadful silence.

Silent to the point where Claire could only hear Tristan’s heavy breathing.

After a while, he finally spoke with indifference: "You’re right, it is indeed for the Lockwoods."

Claire closed her eyes, suppressing the sting in them.

"Punishing Cindy Skinner, investigating the mastermind, painstakingly reminding every guest at yesterday’s banquet not to spread rumors—it all has nothing to do with you. If it wasn’t considering the Lockwoods, even if you died out there, I wouldn’t care."

Having said this, Tristan directly got up and left the room.

Beside Claire, once again, there was only the feeling of cold air and the heavy sound of Tristan slamming the door.

...

The commotion at Elder Lockwood’s birthday feast was swiftly suppressed after the Lockwoods promptly took action; Tristan even went so far as to prepare in advance, notifying relevant people to prevent those photos from creating an online stir.

Everything was as if nothing had happened.

However, when The Lockwood Matriarch arranged to meet with her alone, Claire knew that what was meant to come would still come.

Upon seeing the uncomfortable expression on The Lockwood Matriarch’s face, Claire almost immediately guessed her intention and directly said, "Grandma, I’m willing to divorce Tristan Lockwood."

The Lockwood Matriarch was initially stunned, her face full of apologies, and said, "Claire, I didn’t want to bring this up with you at this time. But you’ve probably heard some of the rumors outside lately. The Lockwoods only have Tristan as a grandson now, and his reputation isn’t great, which affects the family quite a bit."

Claire gave an understanding smile: "I understand."

"But rest assured, even if you and Tristan divorce, you’ll still be Grandpa and Grandma’s precious granddaughter. Our affection for you will remain the same as it always has. It’s just that your identity isn’t suitable to be publicly acknowledged."

Claire’s eyes flickered.

The Lockwood Matriarch paused briefly, took her hand into hers, and continued:

"I know this matter has made you endure a lot of grievances. But you’ve been part of the Lockwoods for so many years, and you know that anyone who enters the Lockwoods goes through grievances. If you wish to blame Grandpa and Grandma for being old-fashioned, go ahead; we’re used to it."

Claire lowered her eyes slightly, forming a smile, saying, "Grandma, you and Grandpa have already treated me very well over the years. I’m too grateful to blame you."

Her smile was faint, showing no signs of displeasure.

The Lockwood Matriarch observed her stubbornness and wanted to say more, but eventually just closed her mouth, shook her head, and sighed.

Returning to the manor at night, under Byron Lockwood’s strong urging, The Lockwood Matriarch immediately called Tristan and said, "I’ve already discussed your divorce with Claire, you both should promptly go handle the divorce papers, so the family can arrange another marriage for you."

Tristan was silent for a moment on the other end, then coldly replied, "Why are you interfering in my marriage with her?"

The Lockwood Matriarch was taken aback, casting a reproachful glance at Byron Lockwood.

If it wasn’t for that stubborn old man pushing her to do such a conscience-stricken thing, she wouldn’t want to talk to Claire about those matters!

In the end, it just leads to being resented by Claire and blamed by her own grandson; caught between two worlds!

"Grandma also fears you might not have the heart," The Lockwood Matriarch said patiently, "You’ve been married to Claire for over two years, surely there’s some feeling."

"You’re overthinking." Tristan sneered, "Between us, there’s everything but feelings. Even if a meteor crashed into Earth, not a spark would ignite between us."

Hearing this, The Lockwood Matriarch felt uneasy, but she also thought that maybe breaking up would ultimately be better for them both in the future, so she said: "None is better; when you find the next one, there won’t be concerns."

Tristan suddenly felt irritated upon hearing this.

He reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette, and bit it, but then realized the lighter wasn’t nearby.

He held the phone, preparing to go downstairs to find a lighter.

Upon turning, he saw Claire standing at the study’s doorway, looking at him with detachment.

Tristan bid a brief farewell to The Lockwood Matriarch, ending the call, and coldly asked her, "Grandma said you’ve agreed to the divorce?"

"Yes." Claire replied indifferently, "Just let me know when you have time to go to the civil affairs bureau for the divorce papers."

Tristan paused, his eyes harboring disgust.

What he hated most was Claire’s indifferent attitude.

As though the divorce from him meant nothing to her, just a matter she could agree to casually.

"You agreed quite quickly; this time, what benefits did you get from the Lockwoods?" Tristan stared at her with a hostile gaze, "Given the grievances this time, it’d be a shame not to get something, considering those few photos."

"I didn’t ask for anything." Claire showed no expression and calmly said, "From the last divorce agreement you signed for me, it states you’d give me a substantial asset; I haven’t signed it. After all, I won’t ask for anything. As long as the divorce papers are issued, it doesn’t matter if the agreement is signed."

Tristan mockingly curled his lips and said, "You’ve been quite decisive when clearing yourself of me."

Claire responded with a faint "hm."

Tristan’s eyes darkened, and in an unfeeling tone, he said: "Then wait for my notification about the time to process the divorce papers."

"Okay."

Claire nodded slightly, not observing Tristan’s expression, and went back to her room.

Once the door closed, she gradually slid down as if exhausted, curling herself onto the ground, burying her face in her knees.

...

After the New Year, on the first working day at her law firm, Claire didn’t expect her first client to be Sean Lockwood.