By the time Serena arrived at the hospital, it was already quite a while later. She hadn’t intended to come, but the old lady called her. "Serena, we know about your divorce from Julian. Your grandfather... he’s fallen ill." The old lady said, "I know you might not want to see Julian, but why not come and see us, the old couple, just to, you know, discuss matters related to the divorce." She came along with Bianca Johnson, who was holding Seraphina. Seraphina went with Bianca to her office to play, and Serena went to the old man’s hospital room. Julian Lawson was just outside the hospital room; the old couple wouldn’t let him in. When he saw Serena, he wanted to say something, but Serena didn’t pay him any attention, walking straight into the hospital room and closing the door behind her. Only Julian was left standing outside, looking at the tightly closed hospital room door, feeling sad. Inside the hospital room. Caleb Lawson had already woken up. "Serena, you’re here," Caleb said weakly. Serena stood there with complicated feelings. Finally, she nodded and called out, "Grandpa Lawson." It wasn’t the "Grandpa" she used to call with Julian, but "Grandpa Lawson." This time, even the old couple noticed this change of address. Both of them felt helpless. The three of them fell into silence. But in the end, the silence was broken. After all, this time she came because the old lady mentioned discussing matters related to the divorce. Of course, there was also the reason of visiting, but that was not the main purpose. She and Julian were already divorced; his family would only be his family from now on. There was nothing problematic about the other things, the money and items she was entitled to. She didn’t refuse them out of sentimentality, although when she married Julian, they had signed a prenuptial agreement to ensure the corporation’s interests, and she and he only had a one-year marriage, but those were rightfully hers. However, regarding the old projects of the Sheridan Family, the old couple still wanted her to discuss them with Julian. "Serena, that’s the company’s business. We, the old couple, have long stopped meddling in company affairs." Serena felt helpless. In the end, before Serena left, Caleb said, "Serena, we in the Lawson Family only recognize you as our granddaughter-in-law. That Vera, I’ll never let her into our home!" Serena lowered her eyes slightly, not speaking. She no longer had a connection with Julian, so how the Lawson Family viewed her had nothing to do with her. This visit would be her last warmth towards the Lawson Family. With these thoughts, Serena opened the door and walked out. Julian was standing just outside the door. He looked much more haggard, his eyes slightly red, just looking at her like that. "I think we can have a good talk now," he said. Serena did not look at him but rather at a point beside him, avoiding his gaze. "There’s nothing to talk about," Serena said. "I just want to get back what belongs to the Sheridan Family." Julian looked down at Serena, who wouldn’t even spare a glance at him. "I can’t give it to you," he said. He was afraid that if he gave her what belonged to the Sheridan Family, she would really leave. "Julian Lawson." Serena lifted her eyes, finally looking at him. "You promised me. It’s mine, and it’s also written in our divorce agreement that I have the right to take it away." Julian looked at her, feeling sad, "Then let’s go through the lawsuit process." He wanted to delay these five months. Check latest chapters at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 With hands tightly clenched, Serena tried hard to regulate her breathing. "You have no use for keeping them," she said. "That unreplicable encrypted information and the encrypted system, only I can use them freely. It’s hard for you to manage, and it isn’t very related to The Lawson Corporation. If you want to create a financial investment department, you can completely set up a department entirely under your control." He never doubted this point. He just wanted to leave time and space to explain things properly. "So," Serena’s emotions rose again, "are you purely trying to disgust me?" She said, "You clearly know that after a lawsuit, the chances of me getting it are very high. Are you just trying to stall me?" Julian did not immediately respond, only looking at her. He knew she was right; she could take it. He was indeed stalling. He just didn’t want to let go. That day, he hadn’t read the agreement carefully. If he had known she might have been planning this, he wouldn’t have signed it at all. The corridor was silent, and finally, Julian spoke. "Serena," he called her name. Serena did not respond. "Have you always intended to leave from the beginning?" Julian asked. Serena did not respond, but her attitude was clear. "I know, the matter with Vera hurt you a lot," he said, sadness in his voice, "but I have my reasons..." "Reasons?" Serena laughed, glaring at Julian. Seven years, the child in Frelia, and the child she lost when she rolled down the stairs—all of this could be overshadowed by his so-called ’reasons’?" Her right hand clenched tightly, she said word for word, "Do you think I’m that cheap in your eyes?" Julian didn’t know how to explain, only looking at her. "I’ll ask you one last time, will you give me what belongs to the Sheridan Family?" She asked, her eyes red. But he remained silent. "Alright," she said, "then as you said, we’ll go through legal proceedings." There was no need to linger any longer. Serena turned her back to leave this place. "Serena," Julian’s voice called from behind, but she didn’t stop. "I know all you ever wanted was a home." "You decorated our home so well." "I liked having you around, I got used to you being around, once Vera..." "In the future, we can be very good, can’t we?" "We still have our home, our child, that piece of Tanzanite..." The corridor lights in the hospital cast a cold white light. He obviously knew and understood everything. He clearly knew she merely wanted a home. A home with a lover, with a child. It was he himself who destroyed all of it! Filled with resentment, Serena couldn’t hold back anymore and strode back. She raised her right hand and slapped him hard. A slap landed heavily on his face. He didn’t dodge, looking at her in sadness. Serena, eyes red, jaw clenched, delivered slap after slap heavily across his face. She hated the way he presented himself, hated his coercion, hated her own powerlessness, hated that she could only be stalled by him. The crisp sound of slaps echoed throughout the corridor. She didn’t know how many times she slapped him; his face was already swollen, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, smeared across his face with her touch, a smear of crimson. He didn’t avoid, just looked at her with red eyes. In the end, Serena tightened her trembling hand. Without saying another word, she suppressed the emotions surging within, looked away from him once more, and turned to leave the place.