The warmth in Tanya’s eyes completely faded away. "Julian Poole and I are just friends from university, don’t insult her! And where I am has nothing to do with you." She reminded, "Don’t lose your mind at home and scare Aunt Tawny and the children." At this moment, Vincent Hawthorne was in the villa’s living room, his handsome face cold and breath heavy. Aunt Tawny stood cautiously behind Vincent, adding, "Madam, Caden and Joy have been sent to the old residence. Don’t worry..." Vincent Hawthorne shot a sharp glance past, causing Aunt Tawny to shrink her neck, not daring to speak further. Once Vincent turned away, Aunt Tawny rolled her eyes slightly behind his back. Now that Madam has left, he’s in a hurry. Why didn’t he act sooner! Vincent raised his hand, violently pulling open his collar, sending a button flying innocently. "Tanya, I have no desire to keep playing these games with you. I demand you return home within an hour!" Tanya inexplicably felt amused, as if he thought these tactics could scare her. "Vincent," she sat on the edge of the bed, her voice calm yet resolute as she informed him, "I will not come back. I’ve moved out all my things." He shouted in anger, "Tanya!" Compared to his irritable loss of control, Tanya remained so calm it was almost indifferent. "The divorce agreement, my lawyer will deliver it to your office tomorrow. Vincent, I’m asking you to think about these past years, where I’ve poured my heart out for you, risked my life, and just sign, let me go." Others’ love might be romantic tales, but those years she loved Vincent, she almost died for him multiple times. Vincent’s previously heavy breathing abruptly stopped, as if he had taken a severe blow, frozen in place, all the blood in his body solidifying. He originally thought the threat of divorce was just Tanya trying to scare him, to make him care more about her... But now, Vincent began to vaguely realize that Tanya might truly want to divorce him. Swallowing hard, he took a deep breath and spoke, his tone softening again. "Tanya, I know you’re still angry with me, is it because of Cindy Lynn’s diamond bracelet? I can buy you ten, a hundred to make it up to you..." "Cindy Lynn lives in Goldenwater Bay Villa number 79, right?" Tanya calmly asked him. Vincent opened his mouth, but no words came out. He swallowed with difficulty, he thought Tanya would never find out about that. "Tanya, I lied just to prevent you from misunderstanding and feeling hurt when I said that I asked you to make medicine for my cousin..." Tanya closed her eyes. Utterly disappointed. At this crucial moment, Vincent still didn’t feel he was wrong. He was even making excuses for his infidelity, claiming it was for her good! "Vincent, you’re selfish to the core! Do you think everything I’ve done for you is deserved, while all the harm you’ve caused me is justified?" "Don’t call me Tanya again!" Tanya’s voice rose uncontrollably, she spoke coldly, "Every time I hear you call me that since I woke up, it makes me feel so sick I want to vomit!" Vincent gripped the phone tightly, suddenly recalling the times before when Tanya had pushed him away, abruptly retching. At the time she said it was a side effect after waking up... "Tanya!" Vincent felt a metallic taste rising in his throat, his temples throbbing violently, gritting his teeth, "Don’t forget it was you who clung to me back then, like a stray dog that couldn’t be chased away, begging me to love you!" Tanya’s tone was mild, seemingly with a soft laugh: "Is that so? Since I’m so good at begging, now, I’m begging you for a divorce, and to leave the house with nothing." What responded to her was a piercingly loud bang. The other end of the call was silent. Tanya didn’t care, putting down the phone to tend to her leg injury. And in the villa’s living room, Aunt Tawny screamed, distressed, "My phone!" Accompanying her phone in pieces was the glass on the outside of the wedding photo hanging on the wall. "Mr. Hawthorne, even if you’re going to smash something, don’t smash mine!" Aunt Tawny slapped her thighs, full of grievances. If she had known, she’d have given him the old-fashioned phone with buttons! Vincent ignored her, his handsome face darkened as if it could drip ink, turning and striding upstairs, kicking open the master bedroom door. His reddened eyes stared fixedly at the large bed, chest heaving violently. Tanya hadn’t slept in this bed for a long time... Initially, it was an excuse about being busy with work, later finding arguments, sleeping in different rooms! He thought she was playing hard to get, but it turned out all along she had a plan! The wedding photo still hung on the wall. The photo was of Tanya seven years ago, smiling so gently and sweetly, her eyes full of him! In order to put Tanya at ease, he deliberately hung the photo back, and that ungrateful woman... actually thought of leaving him!! Vincent fiercely closed his eyes, storming into the walk-in closet, pulling open the cabinet. The sight of the clothes... All of Tanya’s clothes were there! No, in the corner was a small empty space! Vincent dropped to his knees on the carpet. That small space was for Tanya’s clothes, the ones she brought when she married him. And the rest, over these years, he bought for her, though not much, most were Yvonne’s old clothes she no longer wanted, all packed and given to Tanya. Yvonne Hawthorne’s clothes were all luxury brands, and she only wore them for one season before discarding them. He felt there was nothing wrong with letting Tanya wear them. Honestly, Tanya was the one getting a bargain! Any one of Yvonne’s clothes would cost more than all of Tanya’s clothes put together! What did she have to be dissatisfied about? At the time, she accepted them with a smile, even washed them clean, and neatly placed them here... Vincent Hawthorne looked at the neatly packed clothes filling the wardrobe, each piece as clean as if it were new. He slowly remembered. Tanya never actually wore these after she brought them back. She said she was fine wearing her own clothes. She said she appreciated her sister-in-law’s kindness. No, she wore them once. That time she clutched his coat’s corner and cautiously said: ’Vincent, please don’t be angry...’ Why exactly was he upset at that time? Vincent pressed his palm against his forehead, his head faintly aching. It was Yvonne mockingly saying that she had given so many clothes to her sister-in-law, but hadn’t seen her wear any. Was it because the genius disdained her as a vulgar person? He scolded her, or at least it appeared as scolding; all it took was him being stern and frowning, and Tanya would yield. At that banquet, halfway through, she left alone and went to change her clothes. For those fifteen years, in front of Tanya, he always came out on top. Fifteen years was such a long time, he naturally assumed she would always cater to him, always follow his lead... Yes, she should always be like that! How dare she suddenly change?! Vincent clutched his head painfully, unable to distinguish whether his head or stomach hurt more. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the large clothing hamper in the corner. It was filled with out-of-season clothes to be thrown out, and he recalled there were some items in there! Vincent frantically pulled out all the clothes, tossing them to the floor, and dug to the bottom, but the pile of things that should have been there was gone! In the living room, Aunt Tawny had already pieced together the broken remnants of the sacrificed phone, took pictures with her backup phone, and sent them to Old Lady Hawthorne to complain. "Old lady, this phone was smashed by Mr. Hawthorne. My son bought it for me as a gift this year, and I haven’t even used it for half a year!" Now Mr. Hawthorne is like an enraged bull, she doesn’t dare provoke him either. Her salary was paid by the old lady, and she was brought here by her arrangement, so Aunt Tawny chose to ask Old Lady Hawthorne for compensation. As soon as she sent the voice message, she heard urgent, heavy footsteps behind her. "Aunt Tawny!" ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅✦𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾✦𝗇𝖾𝗍 Seeing Vincent’s imposing figure stride towards her, Aunt Tawny immediately hid her backup phone and took out her regular phone. Vincent’s large hands clamped down on her shoulders like iron pincers, his eyes filled with alarming bloodshot as he urgently questioned her, "Where’s that pile of stuff from my wardrobe? Where did you put it?" "Wha... what stuff? Sir, I haven’t touched your wardrobe." Aunt Tawny, quite old, was truly frightened, and in her panic, remembered that before Madam left, she had burned some things in the backyard. She explained this to Vincent, who immediately dragged her to the backyard. "Where did she burn it?" "R-right here." Aunt Tawny pointed to the empty space before them, "After Madam finished burning, she dug a hole and buried the ashes." Those gifts he gave her over the years, she actually burned them! ’Vincent, the gifts I give you, you’re not allowed to throw away a single one.’ She rarely made any requests of him, but she was particularly insistent about this, ’That way when I’m old and senile, just looking at these items will remind me of how much I loved you.’ She said she wanted to keep these things, to reminisce when they grew old together. Tanya had clearly promised to grow old together with him! She was also the one who pleaded with him for love! Vincent bit his teeth and, without a word, went to the storage room, fetched a shovel, dug twice, then threw aside the shovel and knelt to dig the dirt with his hands. Aunt Tawny was stunned by the spectacle. She remembered Mr. Hawthorne was a clean freak; he would never do something like digging in the dirt with his bare hands! Could it be that he’s gone mad? The more Aunt Tawny thought, the more anxious she became, hurriedly running back to the living room to call Old Lady Hawthorne. But she realized the old lady was quite aged, receiving this news might give her quite a shock. She didn’t have any phone numbers for the other members of the Hawthorne family either. Calling Madam... wasn’t really appropriate either, who knows, Madam might turn up and make him even crazier. Besides, Mr. Hawthorne even at his best couldn’t match Madam, let alone his current state. Forget it, better to leave Madam be in peace... Just then, there was the sound of the door lock being opened. Aunt Tawny thought it was Tanya, returning out of compassion, and hurried to greet her. "Madam, you..." Looking at the woman who walked in, Aunt Tawny’s expression instantly changed, full of disdain, "What are you doing here so late?! Get out, or I’ll call the police!" The visitor wasn’t Tanya, but the uninvited Cindy Lynn!