Adrian Gordon looked up at me, once again surprised, "Lily Miller, you really have changed. In just two months, it’s like you’re a completely different person." "Is that so? Then you should congratulate me on being reborn from the ashes, finally no longer the fool who lets others walk all over her." The massive upheaval and a series of blows over this period were akin to being reborn for me. I’m grateful I got through it, and both my life and career have taken a new turn. If I had been even slightly weak or naïve, I would have long been reduced to ashes by that fire, and wouldn’t have the chance to stand here listening to his nonsense. The three from the Gordon Family stared at me, speechless for a moment. I exhaled lightly, put away the divorce agreement, and turned around: "Take care of your health, I’ll wait for you at the civil affairs bureau." As I reached the door and pulled it open, I suddenly heard Adrian speak again. "Lily, I will help Uncle Miller." Startled, I turned back. "Are you out of your mind? What good does helping the Miller Family do for you?" I asked, puzzled. Unexpectedly, Adrian’s words were shocking: "I’m helping you." "Right now, you’re blinded by anger and don’t know what you’re doing. I don’t want you to regret it in the future. I’ll cover for your mistake, so when you come to your senses one day, you won’t regret it too much." Adrian’s absolutely eccentric remark left me stunned at the door, my mind a complete mess. With a complex look on my face, I stared at him for quite a while, coming up with only one far-fetched reason. "Is it possible... you’ve taken a liking to Jason Miller’s blood? President Gordon, wake up, he’s old, with many underlying health issues, he can’t save you." "You—" Adrian’s face darkened, clearly angry too, and he finally threw out coldly, "Anyway, I have a clear conscience." "Whatever. If I’d known I’d work so hard to save you only to be betrayed by you time and again, I should have let you fend for yourself back then." These words infuriated Olivia Gray, who shouted angrily, "Lily Miller!" I couldn’t be bothered to respond and slammed the door as I left. Behind me, I heard Olivia’s angry scolding from the ward: "Adrian, divorce her! Do it quickly! What use is a woman who would even betray her own father!" I could only laugh it off. Adrian better listen to his mother and divorce quickly, then I’d be free. Sitting in the car, I took out the divorce agreement to look over it again. To be honest, there was still some regret in my heart. I used to love him so much, loved him for so many years, and gave so much—only to end up with this outcome. Anyone would feel uneasy about it. After being down for a while, I pulled myself together and was about to drive when Wennie Lane called. "Darling~ have you received the notice from Elmore University? Next month is Elmore University’s 100th anniversary, and the centennial celebration is quite grand, inviting many distinguished alumni to attend." Wennie and I were high school classmates and attended the same university, in the Finance College of Elmore University. Official source is N0velFire.ɴet I was startled, "Is it so? Did you get the notice?" "Yes, our college’s teacher contacted us. I’m sure your college will invite you too. Your graduation project is still revered there, not to mention you win awards every year." "I don’t know about that, I’ll just wait and see." In my heart, I was thinking Daniel Carter did both his bachelor’s and master’s at Elmore, he’s surely a distinguished alumni representative and would definitely get an invitation too. "By the way, today was supposed to be the day for your divorce hearing. You said Adrian Gordon requested a postponement. What’s your next plan?" "I just went to the hospital to see him, brought him the divorce agreement, and he surprisingly signed it quite readily. If all goes well, a week after he’s discharged, we’ll go to the civil affairs bureau to complete the procedures." Wennie was very surprised, "No way, why did he suddenly change his attitude?" "I don’t know either, he’s acting like he’s gone mad, no one can figure out his thoughts. He actually said he wants to help Jason Miller, under the guise of helping me, fearing I’ll regret it in the future, redeeming me." "Wha-at?" Indeed, Wennie was also shocked, "What’s his condition? Is he mentally ill?" I chuckled, feeling at a loss for words. After chatting with Wennie, the centennial celebration was still on my mind, and I really wanted to ask Daniel if he received the invitation. But... I was too embarrassed to call and ask. After all, I hadn’t received it yet. Perhaps it was telepathy, as soon as I pondered over this, my phone rang. Looking at it closely, it was indeed Daniel Carter. I couldn’t help but laugh, touched by the inexplicable connection between us, and quickly connected through Bluetooth, "Hello, Second Master Carter, what brings you to call?" Ever since he asked me not to call him Mr. Carter, I’ve been teasingly referring to him as "Second Master Carter." It’s quite amusing. As expected, he laughed upon hearing the title. "With just this ’Master’ title, you’ve elevated my rank by two generations," he joked. "That’s how the public addresses you." "Alright, as long as it pleases you." After laughing, Daniel asked, "Did you get an invitation for Elmore University’s centennial celebration next month?" "As expected, you’re asking about this too..." "Wennie just called me. Their finance college has already sent out invitations and asked if there’s any news from our college—it seems you also received an invitation." I felt a bit sour at heart, worried I wouldn’t get one in the end, which would be quite embarrassing. "Yes, the assistant to the president just contacted me, asking if I’d be available to attend the celebration activities." Wennie just said it was the college’s teacher who contacted her. But Daniel Carter was directly invited by the president’s assistant, and from his words, they even inquired about his availability to attend—such disparity in status and position... I felt inexplicably inferior, and at the same time, more admiring of him. Unaware of my thoughts, Daniel continued, "Given your reputation, I thought you’d receive an invitation too. If you go, I’ll arrange my schedule." As he finished his sentence, my heart tightened. If I go, he’ll make time to go? If I don’t go, he won’t either? "Uh... well, I haven’t received any news. Maybe I’m not qualified." My heart raced, leaving me to respond modestly. "Are you free to attend? On the 6th of next month." In fact, I’ve been really busy lately, with a pile of custom orders, making performance costumes for Melissa Chandler, and preparing for Veyrona Fashion Week in February next year. Just thinking about it gives me a headache. But the thought of attending the alma mater’s centennial celebration with Daniel Carter, even though we’re from different colleges and worlds apart in terms of status, made my heart swoon with longing. "Well, I can always squeeze in some time." I replied. What does he mean? Is he going to talk to the school about this? I hadn’t figured out how to ask when he suddenly changed the subject, "Wasn’t today your divorce hearing? Is it over? How did it go?" I was astounded, realizing he remembered it. "Well... Adrian Gordon got sick and was hospitalized, so the hearing was postponed," I replied, my expression tinged with a wry smile. "Postponed? Until when?" Daniel Carter was surprised.