As Laney strode away with resolve, Garrett stood rooted in shock. He shook off his stupor after a few


    seconds and made to follow her, only to be intercepted byn.


    “What are you doing?” Garrett shovedn aside impatiently. “Out of my way!”


    Garrett snorted, as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke. “I’m her husband. It’s none of your


    concern whether I seek out my wife and child. Don’t forget…”


    He jabbed a finger inton’s chest arrogantly. “You’re merely an assistant. This isn’t your concern.”


    A sinister glint in his eyes, Garrett questioned, “So, are you implying that resolving issues for your


    employer includes sending fake divorce papers and forged wedding rings?”


    Hearing this, Garrett’s fury mounted. Seizingn’s cor, his eyes burning with rage, he demanded,


    “Tell me! Did you send the divorce agreement and the wedding ring?”


    Garrett sneered in anger, “Do I need evidence? You’re the only one with ess to Laney and the time


    to acquire her ring to fabricate it. Can you honestly say you didn’t do it?”


    Garrett’s fury reached a boiling point, and he raised his fist, intent on teachingn a lesson.


    Seeing the imminent altercation, Evan rushed forward in an attempt to intervene.


    Sensing something amiss, Laney quickly wheeled her baby back to investigate the situation.


    Upon her return, she was greeted by the sight of Garrett and Ian grappling near the store entrance.


    Momentster,n found himself sprawled on the ground, a scrape marring his arm.


    While Garrett loomed above, fist raised in triumph.


    “Garrett!” Laney cried out, incredulous, “How could you hit him?” Garrett’s head snapped in her


    direction, his eyes locking onto the disappointment etched across Laney’s face.


    Laney was extremely disappointed by the sight of Garrett attackingn.


    She never would’ve imagined that despite everything they had been through, Garrett would remain so


    self-centered and immature, disying no signs of improvement in his character. Garrett walked stiffly


    towards Laney, attempting to reach for her hand. “Please, Laney, listen to me. I’m not…”


    “Stop talking to me!”


    Laney backed away from Garrett and looked at him with a cold, cautious stare, as though he were a


    stranger. “There’s nothing left for us to discuss. Please return to where you came from.” Laney’s harsh


    and impassive words pierced deeply through Garrett’s heart. In a burst of intense emotion, he


    eximed, “Can’t you see that he was pretending? He’s always had malicious intentions hidden deep


    down, and even sent me fake divorce papers. He made it seem like I was attacking him! He’s trying to


    drive a wedge between us!” “I don’t care who sent the fake papers.” Laney spoke in a cold tone. “I only


    believe what I see. If you every a finger on my family again, Garrett, I’ll sign the real divorce papers


    and mail them to you.”


    Garrett stood frozen in utter disbelief, unable to move or react upon hearing those words.


    After a long pause, he shook his head with a wry grin and said, “Laney, as someone who used to be a


    bodyguard, you should be able to tell whethern was pretending. Yet, you refuse to even consider it.


    Could it be that I’ve lost your trust entirely?”


    Laney stared at Garrett intently, then helpedn get back on his feet. In a monotone voice, she


    remarked, “Enough. To be honest, there wasn’t that much trust left between us.”


    With those words lingering in the air, she left withn and her child without taking a single look back.


    Garrett watched them leave, with his face reflecting the strong sense of loss that he felt. The anguish


    pierced his heart, update fast overwhelming him like a swarm of ants whose incessant crawl suffocated


    him in a veil of agony.


    Laney… Did she already considern as part of her family?


    If so, what significance did he hold in her life?


    What did he mean to her?


    On their way back, Laney grew suspicious ofn after tending to his wound.


    As she recalled the positioning of Garrett andn in that moment, along with the pained expression on


    Garrett’s face as he defended himself, she couldn’t shake the feeling thatn’s wound was


    questionable. His wound didn’t seem to be the result of being forcefully pushed and scraped, but rather


    appeared more self- inflicted.


    Laney let out a sigh, but ultimately, chose not to express her uncertainty.


    Upon arriving home, Laney lulled Anya to sleep and carefully ced her back in the crib. Afterwards,


    she went to get the medicine box forn.


    “It’s okay. Let me help you,” Laney insisted.


    She guided him to the couch and delicately applied the medicine to his wounds.


    Despite being aware that he might try to frame Garrett, Laney couldn’t find it in herself to neglect his


    well-being.


    <pn had been a great source of support for her. During her most difficult moments, it wasn who stood


    by her side, offering quiet care and assistance.