Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 89: I Just Think You’re Pretty Heartless

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: I Just Think You’re Pretty Heartless

"Prepare a divorce agreement as I requested."

Sean Lockwood sat across from her, speaking with a calm demeanor.

Claire Hale raised her eyebrows in surprise and asked, "After spending so much effort and money to bring her back, you’re divorcing so soon?"

Sean chuckled, "I said it before, once I’m bored, I can toss her aside."

Claire didn’t respond to that.

Instead, she pondered a bit and said, "You want to divorce Jade Sutton, but I’m afraid it’s not just because you’re bored."

"Tristan said you’re smart, and sure enough, your reputation precedes you."

Sean raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Indeed, the matter you stirred up has quite a significant impact on the Lockwood Family. You’ve probably heard people outside speculating whether you’re Tristan’s wife. The Lockwood Family’s stocks have been in decline because of this, and some partners have pulled out. Naturally, I can’t keep Jade as a ticking time bomb around me."

"Tristan and I will soon get divorced. As for your Lockwood Family’s stocks dropping, perhaps you should consider whether it’s your own problem."

The two of them, one gave her quite a few green hats, and the other only recently took off his own hat. This green isn’t less vivid than those stocks.

Claire paused and then stared at Sean, speaking bluntly:

"But I’m the real victim here. The way you talk sounds like I’m the culprit for your Lockwood Family’s stock drop. Uncle, maybe you were born without a conscience and can’t distinguish right from wrong?"

"I’m a businessman; I only care about interests." Sean glanced at her and said, "Honestly, after the old man’s birthday incident, I thought pushing for your and Tristan’s divorce would make you despondent for a while. But I didn’t expect you to act like nothing happened."

"Why should I let myself be despondent because of someone else’s mistakes? If someone wants to harm me and make me unable to raise my head for a lifetime, I will raise my head as high as I can."

Claire stared at him, her expression calm, yet her voice was powerful.

"I haven’t done anything wrong, so I can sit here with pride and continue my life."

Sean was slightly taken aback.

In the depths of his dark eyes, a trace of admiration surfaced, almost imperceptible.

Suddenly, he found himself viewing this niece-in-law with newfound respect.

Previously, when overseas, Sean had heard various rumors about Claire.

They were mostly unfavorable, such as how she schemed to force Tristan to marry her, or tried every way to manipulate Tristan and reach for the Lockwood Family’s wealth.

As a result, his impression of her wasn’t good.

He even quite looked down on her.

So upon returning to the country, he used the search for Jade Sutton to intentionally make things difficult for Claire. He wanted to see what kind of waves this niece-in-law could stir.

Clearly, she was much more fascinating than he’d imagined.

"You..."

Sean just started speaking when Claire’s phone rang, interrupting him.

Claire answered the call, said a few words, including "Goodbye, Grandma," and quickly hung up.

Sean lifted his eyelids, asking: "Upset with Auntie Heather?"

Claire paused, looking at him with some surprise.

Sean: "Think you’re hiding your emotions well?"

Claire didn’t speak.

But indeed, that’s how she felt.

"In this matter, Auntie Heather and the old man weren’t too principled, but both genuinely cherish you like a granddaughter. You don’t need to hold such a grudge."

"I just feel aggrieved because of some words."

Claire’s expression darkened.

Sean asked her, "What words?"

She slightly clenched her fists, raised her eyebrows to meet Sean’s calm gaze, and said, "Grandma told me yesterday that my identity is actually not fit to be publicized."

Sean said indifferently, "It’s the truth."

"It’s the truth." Claire lowered her eyes, "But ever since I was born, there’s always someone repeating this sentence in my ears."

Her eyes were very light, yet there was a trace of unnoticeable sorrow in their depths.

It’s a kind of helpless grievance.

"When my mother died, she told me that I was the product of breaking someone else’s family, destined to live in the gutter and never see the light. That year, I was only six years old."

"Later, my father took me to the Hale Family; they cursed me, saying I’m the filthy child born from a nanny and a mistress, never to be acknowledged as a Hale Family daughter."

"Later still, I was sent to the Lockwood Family; Grandpa and Grandma cherished me greatly, but they never introduced me to others as anyone."

Sean lifted his eyes, fixedly looking at her.

When she spoke these words, Claire’s expression showed not the slightest fluctuation, as if none of these things happened to her.

It’s only when the pain numbs that one can reopen old wounds without blinking.

"In the end, I married Tristan, knowing he would never mention me to anyone. So I straightforwardly made an agreement with him not to tell anyone about our marriage."

After speaking, Claire lowered her eyes, emotions stirring beneath them.

When Sean heard her last sentence, he recalled a memory.

It was when he was still abroad.

He heard that Tristan had gotten married, not exactly ceremoniously, but as a gesture of concern as an elder, he called to congratulate him.

However, Tristan didn’t seem to be as disgusted with the marriage as Sean expected.

He accepted the congratulations calmly, even said, "Uncle, you’re the first to wish me a happy marriage. Thank you."

Sean wondered if it was his own illusion, but he detected a hint of pleasure in Tristan’s voice.

"I’ve finished drafting the divorce agreement you requested." Claire’s cold voice pulled Sean back to reality. She handed him the printed agreement, "Take a look."

Sean quickly browsed through it, placed the agreement on the table, and suddenly looked up at her, asking, "Why did you tell me these things?"

Claire pursed her lips, cautiously saying, "I’ve heard Tristan mention that you are also a child my grandpa had out of wedlock."

Sean raised his eyebrows, neither confirming nor denying, "So you think I would empathize with you."

"Actually, no."

Claire quickly denied.

She wouldn’t go so far as to pin hopes on Sean, a man without much conscience.

"I just think you’re so heartless that telling you all this would leave you indifferent, and I wouldn’t have to worry about it being like talking to a brick wall."

The corners of Sean’s lips, initially faintly smirking, froze instantly upon hearing her words.

His expression turned rather unpleasant as he asked, "Are you implying I’m a cow?"

"I didn’t say that." Claire remained unmoved, "But if that’s what you think, I can’t help it."

Sean forced a chuckle, impassively glancing at the divorce agreement, then grabbed the pen from the table and signed his name without hesitation.

"Take the other copy to Jade Sutton for signing."