She acknowledged that upon seeing the divorce agreement, especially with his signature on it, she felt


    a pang of sadness and disappointment.


    “What do you need?”


    “A pen. Don’t you want to divorce me? Your signature is already on it, and I’ll sign mine.”


    Millie touched her hair near her ear and asserted herself stubbornly.


    This had been his celebratory gift for her survival.


    Millie quirked her lips and continued, “Well, thank goodness I’m back, or you’d have missed your


    chance to get rid of me. Alright then, let’s peacefully end this. I agree to divorce you.”


    With her grandmother’s surgerypleted and her future ties to the Thomas family limited, divorcing


    didn’t seem like a significant matter.


    Yet Millie instinctively massaged her chest, soothing the ache in her heart.


    When Derek entered carrying a bag, he overheard Millie mentioning divorce and immediately realized


    the folly of his earlier actions. He had left the divorce agreement on the chair.


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    Now, the divorce agreement rested in Millie’s hands. It was done.


    “Mr. Thomas, I’ve brought the items you requested.”


    Derek ced the bags on the table, his guilt evident.


    Marcus snatched the document from Millie’s grasp and thrust it toward Derek’s chest.


    “Look at the mess you’ve created. Burn it right away. I’ll deduct your entire year-end bonus for this


    blunder.”


    Under Marcus’ angry gaze, Derek shuddered uncontrobly. He had been so thoughtless.


    “Alright, I’ll burn it immediately.”


    Derek took the divorce agreement and swiftly exited the room. Once outside, he produced a lighter and


    ignited the document. Those pages nearly cost him dearly, and his substantial annual bonus was now


    forfeit.


    “You’re not divorcing me?”


    Millie gave Marcus a determined sideways nce.


    Marcus avoided Millie’s gaze, indicating the bags beside him with a sense of guilt.


    “Here are clothes for you to change into and some bruise ointment. Freshen up with a shower and


    change. I’ve reserved a VIP room nearby for you to rest in.”


    Embarrassment flooded Marcus. He remembered his trembling hand as he signed his name.