Julian Lawson didn’t know. Many things were unclear to him now. Everything seemed to be slipping beyond his control. Julian Lawson sat on their marital bed, took out his phone, and called Secretary Chaucer. "Ask the cleaning staff at The Hillside Villa how long it’s been since Serena Sterling last came home," Julian Lawson said. Secretary Chaucer immediately set out to get it done. In no time, Secretary Chaucer sent a message over — [President Lawson, things are somewhat complicated. I’ve asked the cleaning staff to speak with you directly.] Then, a phone call came in. Julian Lawson touched the answer key. "Hello President Lawson, I’m the cleaner from The Hillside Villa," the caller immediately said. Julian Lawson asked straight away: "Is it you who cleans the villa? When did my wife move out?" The cleaner thought for a moment, and said, "The exact time is uncertain, but it’s been around 20 days." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel~fire~net That was approximately when they went to the civil affairs bureau to collect their divorce notification. Julian Lawson asked a few more questions, then ended the call. He lay on the large bed, staring at the stark white ceiling. Had it really been this long since the day they went to the civil affairs bureau? In just a few days, they’d be collecting their divorce certificate. Did Serena genuinely want to divorce him? Julian Lawson pondered for a long time. But he just couldn’t figure it out. She’d been with him for seven years, and he was everpresent in her eyes. He had affirmed her affection countless times through her gaze. Moreover, the most crucial thing was. Serena had always cared deeply about the Sheridan Family, she had said it was her father’s business, something she had been involved with since childhood, previously managing those affairs at The Lawson Corporation. Thus far, Serena had not even brought up the Sheridan Family with him. If she really wanted to leave, she would bring along the old associates of the Sheridan Family. Julian Lawson felt slightly relieved. So, she was merely upset. Once she knew the whole truth, she would understand him. He just needed six months. Once he sorted everything out, he would treat her well. Nevertheless, he still needed to discuss her and Jasper Ford with her. The night swiftly passed by. In late April, the weather gradually warmed up. And the rain began to fall more frequently. That night, it poured heavily. Luckily, by morning, the rain had stopped, so Serena didn’t find it too difficult to drop off and pick up Seraphina. Outside the kindergarten, she kissed Seraphina on her cheek, and said, "Aunt Winters will pick you up this afternoon. Aunt Joy has helped us schedule an appointment, and after school, we’ll go to the hospital for some check-ups, okay?" Seraphina nodded, smiling as she kissed Serena’s cheek. The sweet and soft little girl made Serena unable to resist giving Seraphina another hug before watching her reluctantly as she carried her little backpack into the classroom. Last night, Serena had gone to Shayla Randall for a follow-up exam, and Shayla said her condition had improved somewhat. Serena also felt this way. Ever since Seraphina arrived, she had been getting better. She believed that letting go of the past and moving forward with determination would lead to complete recovery. With these thoughts, Serena withdrew her gaze and headed towards Miles Levin. There were still some matters to deal with today. Moreover, the semifinals of "Heavenly Sound" needed thorough preparation. Time quietly slipped away amidst the busyness. Julian Lawson woke up when it was already midday. He checked his phone, and besides the usual trivial matters, Serena hadn’t reached out to him. Despite countless calls and messages he had sent to her. Everything seemed to vanish without a trace. He had spent the night at The Hillside Villa, alone in the master bedroom bed, feeling empty even after having a few drinks, unable to fall asleep. Out of nowhere, a word popped into his head, "lonely chamber?" Julian Lawson chased this ridiculous thought out of his mind. He went to the study to deal with some accumulated tasks from the morning, and replied to Vera Hansen’s messages. When he raised his head again, it was afternoon. He needed to find Serena. But she wasn’t replying to messages, didn’t answer calls, and wasn’t at the marital home. How should he find her? Then, a thought jumped into his mind. Serena would go to the kindergarten to pick up Seraphina, the little girl after school. With this in mind, he got the exact address of the kindergarten and drove his Maybach there before school let out. Julian Lawson originally intended to wait for Serena here, but ended up first noticing the little girl quietly drawing on a stone block. Considering it, Julian Lawson walked over to the little girl and sat on another stone block. He looked down at her drawing. It was child’s stick figure art. Depicted was an adult with long hair holding a child’s hand. At this moment, Seraphina was crookedly writing the word "Mom" next to the woman with long hair. Julian Lawson knew she was drawing herself and Serena. Strangely, Julian felt the picture lacked someone. When he raised his head, he found the little girl looking at him. Her round eyes filled with curiosity. "Uncle, are you waiting here for your own child?" Seraphina asked crisply. She called Serena "Mom", so shouldn’t she call him "Dad"? Julian subconsciously wanted to correct her, but seeing the little girl’s clear eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Serena had never mentioned him to her. Julian thought, and tried to appear amiable with a smile, saying, "I’m just watching you draw." After a slight pause, he added, "It’s very well done." Seraphina smiled sweetly and pointed at the long-haired woman, saying, "That’s my mom, isn’t she beautiful?" "Yes," Julian Lawson nodded. "I think so too." Seraphina grinned at her drawing, saying, "My mom is the most beautiful person in the world!" Julian, affected by her joy, smiled sincerely. Indeed, Serena was very beautiful, he knew. "Uncle, can I ask a favor?" Julian Lawson asked gently. Seraphina looked at him puzzled. "Could you draw me in too?" Julian Lawson pointed to the blank space next to them, saying, "Here, with both of you." Seraphina hugged her drawing and shook her head. "Uncle, this is me and my mom, you can’t be drawn there." Julian Lawson’s smile stiffened slightly. "Sweetheart, I’ll buy you an ice cream." Julian Lawson coaxed Seraphina. But Seraphina still shook her head. "Mom says I can’t have ice cream," Seraphina replied earnestly, "Not only can’t I have ice cream, but mom says I shouldn’t take things from others." Before Julian Lawson could say anything, Seraphina continued, "Uncle, if you want to be drawn, you need to ask your own child to draw you in their picture." Seraphina looked at him with increasing vigilance. As though viewing him as a suspect stranger. Julian Lawson felt helpless. The little girl in front of him easily pierced through him with her innocent words, leaving countless wounds.