"The resignation letter, I will submit it this afternoon." Her mind was consumed with the fact that David Sinclair didn’t commit murder; there were other reasons for his panicked escape at that time. His later years wouldn’t be spent in prison as she had wished. Serena Sinclair said in a daze, "I’ll clean up the apartment at The Serenity Apartments and move out as soon as possible." Serena looked at Wyatt Hawthorne, "I’ll leave it to you. Please... take good care of it." Her mind in turmoil, Serena couldn’t even tell if she was confused or clear-headed at the moment. Speaking of confusion, she was still thinking about arranging a future for 2S. But speaking of clarity and rationality, she didn’t even know what she was saying. It was as if she was speaking whatever came to mind. "I’ll hurry up, hurry up..." A shadow loomed overhead. Serena snapped back to reality, realizing Wyatt was standing right in front of her. Instinctively stepping back, her forearm was caught by Wyatt. Serena was pulled into his embrace. "You’ve given up your job, returned the apartment, even given me the cat..." Wyatt looked down at Serena, "Serena, in your eyes, am I someone you can share joy with but not hardship? Isn’t it true that when a crisis comes, we must go our separate ways?" Serena came to her senses under Wyatt’s steady and calm gaze. She forcefully pried his hand away and stepped back. Putting some distance between them. "Wyatt, we were never meant to be on the same path. From the start, it was my mistake. If I hadn’t let loose once because of a drink, none of this would have happened repeatedly afterward..." The Wyatt before she appeared was the aloof and majestic boss in the eyes of all the employees at Hawthorne Corporation. Even the unexplained broken engagement at that time wasn’t considered his fault by anyone. On the contrary, because the other party was Miss Sheffield, it added a layer of mystery to his already enigmatic persona. Everyone wanted to know which woman could stand beside Wyatt in the future and be the one to save The Hyperion Galaxy. The words associated with him then were all positive. But in this period, Wyatt was implicated by her. The forums said the Crown Prince must be blind and brain-drowned to fancy a divorced woman. The staff at Hawthorne Corporation were bewildered, unable to believe that the brilliant and mighty boss would be dragged off the pedestal by a divorced woman, deemed lowly, not even worthy of being called grass. Wyatt’s rumored female partner, if not a top celebrity like Miss Sheffield, should at least be a top-notch actress with talent and beauty. Unworthy to appear before him. Not even her name deserved to appear alongside his. Watching Serena turn into a hedgehog bristling with spikes. Wyatt said in a deep voice, "You regret it?" Serena nodded, her voice certain, "I regret it." If she had known it would come to this, no matter how sincere Claire Carson was back then, she wouldn’t have gone to interview at Hawthorne Corporation. If she had known it would cause so many troubles later, she should have decisively left Aethelgard after the divorce. That way, she wouldn’t have encountered these troubles. And wouldn’t have brought these troubles upon him. Her mother was still here, how could she leave her? Rationality dictated that what was meant to come would always come. No matter where she hid, she couldn’t escape; she would have to face it sooner or later. Emotionally, Serena couldn’t accept it. But Wyatt should have been able to escape. Yet, because of his involvement with her, he ended up in his current predicament. "Wyatt, let’s... end this now!" Without looking at Wyatt’s expression, Serena finished speaking and hurried down the steps. The sound of her footsteps gradually grew distant, as if someone were chasing her from behind. Wyatt’s eyes were cold, watching her hail a taxi and quickly leave. "President Hawthorne..." Ian Young approached the steps, speaking with trepidation, "Don’t blame Ms. Sinclair! She’s always been , always considering the other party first, she..." He didn’t finish the sentence, seeing Wyatt’s glance directed at him. As if saying: Do you need to say it? Ian paused, falling silent. The Maybach drove out of the police station, and in the back seat, Wyatt quietly swiped his phone. "That’s why they say beauty brings disaster! She’s been at Hawthorne Corporation for less than two months, hasn’t made much of an achievement, but the scandals keep coming like they’re going out of fashion. It’s a shame she’s not in the entertainment industry. After all, even bad publicity is publicity!" "You have to admire that kind of ambition! She’s already a wealthy housewife, yet she got a divorce and quickly joined Hawthorne Corporation, climbing to the top to the big boss. That decisiveness, that action-taking, tsk tsk tsk..." "I heard she took leave, wonder if she’ll have the face to show up at the company tomorrow." "We’ll wait and see!" The conversation in the executive group where Wyatt was part wasn’t pleasant to hear. One could only imagine how Serena was being talked about in those various workgroups, not to mention the male and female members when Wyatt wasn’t present. Wyatt made a call, his voice as cold as ice in the dead of winter, "Where is she, has she been found?" Whatever the response on the other end, Wyatt’s expression turned cold as well, "If you can’t find her, don’t bother coming back!" New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novelFɪre.net Before hanging up, Wyatt instructed, "Assign two people to The Serenity Apartments." The response from the other end was affirmative before Wyatt ended the call and opened WeChat. Serena received Wyatt’s WeChat message just as she arrived at the apartment. [Stay at ease, I’m going back to Hillcrest Villa.] The short, cold message seemed to indicate he had accepted her proposal to separate. Serena felt as if all her strength had been drained from her body. Leaning against the door, she slid to the floor. 2S dashed out of the bedroom, sleepy-eyed, rushing into Serena’s arms with a cry. Serena hugged it tightly, letting the warmth and purring drive away the cold tears at her eyes. The doorbell rang while Serena was drawing in the study. A wave of fear hit first, making all the hairs on her body stand on end. She felt stiff as she got up. Una Hutton’s voice accompanied the doorbell. Serena exhaled, feeling her legs going weak. Serena opened the door to see Una carrying a suitcase, looking travel-worn. "Are you going on a business trip?" Serena reached out to take Una’s backpack. Una tossed it casually onto the ground and opened her arms for a big hug, "I’m here to protect you!" Serena’s eyes instantly turned red. The phone buzzed and lit up. Several chat windows popped up on the screen simultaneously. In the workgroup, Clara Lynch tagged everyone, saying to remember to check their design drafts and that there’s a meeting in the large conference room at 10 AM tomorrow. Everyone replied they received the message. Before Una arrived at the door, she was completing the final steps of perfecting her design. Even if she planned to resign, she wanted to finish her work before leaving. But now, Serena suddenly felt unsure. Before she decided whether to reply ’received’ or privately tell Clara Lynch that she planned to resign and wouldn’t attend the meeting tomorrow, a new message popped up.