Chapter 6 Her lashes drooped. She looked unwell. Terrence nudged some food toward her. "Your sister got up at five to cook. Adri, did you know I work at the Melen- dez Group? My supervisor is always sucking up to the boss. Yesterday, he even yelled at a young woman in our de- partment. I heard he got in through connections, and he has cut my salary twice. Could you maybe talk to Garrett for me?" Bonnie shot him a glare, but Terrence just smiled. Bonnie quickly brought the soup to Adrienne. "You don't look so good. You got soaked last night, too. Have some soup and warm up. Don't listen to him." Adrienne looked up, her pale face tinged with a sickly blush. "Terrence, I'm sorry. Garrett and I are divorced." The room fell silent for a few seconds. Surprise flashed across Terrence's face before he asked, "So that means you got half his assets, right? Adri, even though he paid for your top university, I remember you got married right after graduation and never worked. I'm wor- ried you don't know how to manage money. You might get scammed." "Terrence!" Bonnie scolded sharply. Terrence fell silent and started eating. Bonnie and Adrienne had known each other since childhood. They had run off to Gerberton together. Survival alone was hard. Bonnie was adopted, and Adrienne drifted through jobs with Garrett. Fortunately, he treated her well and even sent her to college. Bonnie sighed. "Just save your money properly. If you want to buy a house, Terrence can give you advice. He's got a friend who…" "I left with nothing." Adrienne didn't touch the fish soup. "He didn't give me any money." Terrence's face fell. He pulled the plate back toward himself and stood up. He told Bonnie, "By the way, Mom wants to take you for a checkup in a few days. Clean up the guest room. We need to prioritize family first." Bonnie didn't respond. The living room door opened and shut. Terrence was gone. The feast on the table suddenly lost all its flavor. "Bonnie, I'm sorry for putting you in this position." 0.0 % 16:42 Bonnie's eyes turned red. She sighed. "I'm not upset. What happened between you two? I remember he used to treat you so well. Back when you were secretly working behind his back, he scolded you. He worked five jobs a day to pay for both your tuition and gave all his scholarship money to you. Do you remember the year you had that car accident and nearly suffered brain damage? He worked nonstop translating to earn money for your recovery. And now that he's wealthy…" Adrienne's throat hurt, and even swallowing was painful. It was because their past was poor but beautiful that she clung to the fragile thread of their bond, carefully holding on for seven years. Only when she was covered in wounds did she finally convince herself to let go. "Bonnie, I'll go job-hunting this afternoon." "Adri, if you want to cry, just cry." She couldn't. After three years of marriage, her tears had long run dry. She had breakfast and offered to wash the dishes. Bonnie saw her beautiful, slender hands covered in grease and felt a pang of sympathy. "Your hands weren't meant for chores. Even when Garrett was poor, he never let you do this." Adrienne froze. A wave of pain rushed over her, crushing her. Bonnie had to head to work and left in a hurry. Adrienne stayed alone until noon before picking up her documents and heading to the courthouse. But even by 1 p.m., Garrett didn't show. 59.2 % 16:42