Chloe Reed chuckled. She sighed softly and said, "But I don’t want to drag you into this. When Walker Grant goes crazy, he’ll turn on anyone, even family."

Miles Hawthorne fell silent, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

After a moment, Miles Hawthorne said, "Chloe Reed, we were classmates, after all. You need help, and as a former classmate, I want to give it."

A warmth spread through Chloe Reed’s chest, and a faint smile touched her lips. She adopted a deliberately casual tone and said, "Well, I guess I’ll have to pay you a little extra for your legal fees. Being my divorce lawyer comes with a lot of risk, after all."

Miles Hawthorne chuckled. "Don’t worry. Other than having me deported, there’s not much else he can do."

Chloe Reed’s fingers clenched, a new resolve hardening her gaze. "Alright. I’m moving forward with filing for divorce."

"Okay," Miles Hawthorne replied. "I’ve already prepared the paperwork. Since you’re determined to file, I’ll have someone submit it to the court. The next step is the court will send a mediator to speak with both of you. It’ll all be out in the open then, so be mentally prepared."

"Okay," Chloe Reed agreed, then added with heartfelt gratitude, "Miles Hawthorne, thank you."

’Anyone else would have definitely refused to help after being warned by Walker Grant like that.’

’But Miles Hawthorne was still willing to help.’

’She was truly grateful to him.’

Miles Hawthorne smiled. "So, can you treat me to a meal now? That’s not too much to ask, is it?"

Chloe Reed replied with a helpless tone, "Not right now. It’s not a good time for me."

"Alright, then," Miles Hawthorne conceded. "Treat me whenever you’re free. I’ll be sure to remember."

"Okay."

After the call ended, Chloe Reed slowly let out a long breath.

’She never imagined Miles Hawthorne would show up right when she was at a complete loss.’

’And now, filing for divorce was the only path left for her to take.’

...

Madam Grant had been forcibly taken for a check-up. She was indeed showing signs of an episode, but her symptoms subsided somewhat after she took her medication.

When she was sent back to the Grant Family Estate, her expression was dark.

Judith Pierce was playing with Noah. When she saw Madam Grant return looking so displeased, she remarked, "I told you not to get involved in the young couple’s business, but you just wouldn’t listen."

Madam Grant shot her a frosty glare and snorted. "And isn’t that because you’re useless? You can’t even control your own son, letting him cause such a huge incident. Now the whole world is laughing at the Grant family!"

Judith Pierce said dismissively, "Mother, with you here at home, no one would dare laugh to your face."

If they laugh, they’ll do it behind our backs.

Who would dare come before the Grant family?

Not unless they have a death wish.

Madam Grant didn’t say anything else. Noah was still there, after all. Exhausted, she returned to her room.

Nanny Lawrence, who was in charge of caring for Madam Grant, followed her in. Seeing Madam Grant’s foul expression, she said, "Old Madam, when you get right down to it, the problem is the Second Young Mistress. She’s so undignified, always causing such ugly scenes. Does she have any of the grace of a true lady? If you ask me, she’s a far cry from the First Young Mistress."

Madam Grant said, her head throbbing, "That brat Walker just won’t agree to a divorce. What am I supposed to do?"

Nanny Lawrence’s eyes darted. "Then we’ll have to find a way to make him want the divorce. Old Madam, if something were to... happen to the Second Young Mistress... do you think the Second Young Master would still want her?"

Madam Grant gave her a chilly look and waved a dismissive hand. "That’s enough. You may go."

Nanny Lawrence replied, "Yes."