Chapter 267
Avery was visibly stunned when she saw Weston sitting on the couch.
Dressed in a tailored suit and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed sses, the gentlemanly Weston looked
very much like a member of the social elite. With a cordial smile, he nodded at Avery. “Good morning,
Ms. Rumpley.”
The moment she saw Avery, Rory rushed up to her side and twirled in delight. “Mommy, look, do I look
pretty in the headband Mr. Leigh gave me?”
The delightful voice of her daughter failed to diminish Avery''s frustration.
Picking her daughter up, she tried her best to eke out a smile as she replied, “It''s beautiful, Rory. You''re
the prettiest little girl in the world now.”
Rory''s delightfulughter echoed throughout the room.
She kissed Avery''s cheek and said, “Mommy, you''re the best!”
Meanwhile, Zachary was sitting on the couch, changing channels with the remote control in his hand.
He rolled his eyes at how fixated Rory was on looking pretty all the time.
As it was Weston''s first time watching Avery interact with the children, he was secretly shocked at how
close she was to them.
Although the children were mature beyond their years, they were still selective about who they were
intimate with.
Previously, there had been other women who had tried to get close to Cayden on the pretext of taking
care of the children, hoping to get into their father''s good books. In the end, all of them had been gotten
rid of by the naughty children.
The way they doted on Avery took Weston by surprise. They treated her as if she was their biological
mother.
With a wry expression that was devoid of even a forced smile, Avery nodded at Weston. “Hello, Mr.
Leigh.”
At that moment, Avery recalled Weston''s reputation.
Some time ago, there had been a terrible rape case in Lightspring. A few young men from the city''s
prestigious families had gang-raped a sixteen-year-old girl, causing her to die of blood loss.
Even though the girl came from a poor family, her parents loved her so much that they rejected all
forms ofpensation in exchange for their silence. Unfazed by the bribes offered and threats issued,
they swore to bring the perpetrators to justice.
When those responsible knew that their threats had fallen t, they sent out a warning—anywyer
who dared to take up the case would not be alive to attend the trial.
Because of the tremendous pressure applied, no one in Lightspring dared to pick up the hot potato
except for one man—Weston.
The fearless Weston had to contend with a bleak situation where the evidence had been destroyed.
Despite that, he managed to discover some residual proof, and with the help of his superior reasoning
skills, he sessfully ensured that all those responsible were sentenced to ten to fifteen years in
prison.
From then on, Weston shot to fame and became amon sight at events organized by the social
elite.
“Ms. Rumpley, I need to speak to you in private.” Noticing how intently Avery was looking at him,
Weston adjusted his spectacles while clearing his throat.
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“Kids, I have something to discuss with Mr. Leigh. Why don''t you go y in your bedroom? Zach, take
your sister toplete the jigsaw puzzle Mr. Leigh bought you. Once you''re done, I have a reward
waiting for you,” Avery said while giving their hair a tousle.
She was cognizant that Weston wanted to talk to her about her divorce from Dn.
Although the children were still young and didn''t quite know what divorce was, Avery still didn''t want
them to know of her forced marriage to Dn.
The children picked up the jigsaw puzzle and ran to their room obediently.
Thereafter, Avery poured Weston a cup of coffee. “Please have some coffee, Mr. Leigh.”
“Thank you.” Weston took the cup of coffee in his hand before giving it a sip. After putting it aside, he
retrieved a document from his bag and handed it to Avery. “Ms. Rumpley, you can go to court now to
file for divorce. What I need from you are your marriage certificate and ID card. Also, if you''re looking to
apportion any assets, you''ll have to bring the relevant evidence with you. Once everything is in order,
the court will fix a date for trial and notify Dn of it. As yourwyer, I''ll naturally do my best to win the
case. I have written all the steps required for this process. You can go through them when you''re free.”
Sitting on the couch, Avery remained expressionless. “Mr. Leigh, if I do go ahead with this, what are my
chances of winning?”
Filled with conviction, Weston replied, “A hundred percent. I have never lost a case before.”
Although he might have sounded as if he was bragging, Weston''s confidence was well-founded, for not
everyone could bear the weight of being the bestwyer in the city.
After ncing at the document he handed her, Avery raised her head to look at Weston''s confident
smiling face. Her hands trembled slightly.
It wasn''t a whileter that she finally look up. “Thank you, Mr. Leigh. But I don''t need this for the time
being. I have changed my mind about the divorce.”
Weston stared into Avery''s eyes in disbelief, as no one knew better than him how strong her resolve for
the divorce was.
She had called me incessantly to inquire about the progress of the divorce. So why did she change her
mind so suddenly? Furthermore, given Cayden''s inherently strong possessiveness, there''s no way he
would tolerate Avery being someone else''s wife. What''s really going on?
“Ms. Rumpley, can you tell me the reason? Is Cayden aware of you changing your mind about the
divorce? Or did something happen at his end?” When the observant Weston saw the troubled look on
Avery''s face, suspicion began to grow within him.
Despite herposed facade, Avery couldn''t hide the sorrow in her voice. “It''s me. It has nothing to do
with Cayden. Mr. Leigh, I need more time to consider the matter.”
Weston ced the document on the table. “All right. Let me know once you have made your decision
to go through with the divorce. I''ll be taking my leave first.”
No sooner had Weston closed the door behind him than the strong front Avery had put up shattered.
The anguish within her heart caused her eyes to be flooded with turbulent emotions.
At that moment, she realized that losing the desire for freedom was more painful than death.
Just when Avery''s heart was aching, the sound of stabbing footsteps suddenly rang out. It sounded as
if someone was approaching loudly in her heels.
Left without choice, Avery picked herself up and opened the door. Allie, decked out in branded clothes,
stormed in.
“W-What are you doing here?” Avery eximed.
At the thought of the two children in their room, she frantically grabbed the doorknob to prevent Allie
from entering.