The pain made her whole face break out in cold sweat, and just when she started to doubt whether her hand was broken, Atlas Hallow let go coldly. Her entire wrist was ringed with a circle of red marks, and even the touch of air was excruciating.
He disliked other won touching him, so Atlas Hallow threw a new docunt in front of Ava Walker coldly: "Sign it and leave. This is the last one. If you tear it up again, there’s no need to sign."
When he returned to his room, he changed his shirt and threw the one that Ava had just crumpled into the trash can.
"Amir, you coward, are you just going to let him arrange your marriage like this?" Ava Walker walked up to Amir, shaking with anger, clutching the divorce papers. She was so furious she didn’t know what she was saying anymore.
The man leaning on the sofa sat half-reclined. As Ava approached, he shoved her fiercely, speaking nacingly: "Your attempt to sow discord is way too naive. I like his arrangents, so just hurry up and sign it."
His ruthless and rogue deanor left Ava not knowing what to say next. How could the Hallow Family have a man like this?
With a wicked smile, he raised his eyebrow: "Or do you want to fulfill the marital obligation with before the divorce?" As he neared Ava, the nefarious aura intensified.
The two n of the Hallow Family, one unfathomable, the other ruthlessly evil, were both nothing good.
The housekeeper handed the pen to Ava Walker, hoping she would quickly sign and leave with Ella Johnson. The second young master’s room had been smashed like a battleground and definitely needed to be tidied up. Would it require redecorating?
The housekeeper was quite troubled because the eldest young madam was now pregnant, and by Hallow Family’s rules, renovations weren’t appropriate. But leaving the second young master’s room as it was seed impossible, as even the glass was shattered.
All these problems were caused by Ava Walker. If she hadn’t stirred up so much trouble, he would’ve had an easier ti.
Once the second young master’s room was sorted out and so ti passed, the little young master would be born, making it quite busy. A playground might have to be set up in the garden, and the nursery also needed preparation. All these things needed attention now, and to the housekeeper, Ava was a plague that needed to be sent away quickly for everything to be fine.
Only the second mistress might not make a scene. Causing trouble always required more people, and recently the second mistress had quieted down, seemingly not causing any more problems. Hopefully, everything would calm down like this.
After all, the yet-to-be-born little young master was the most important now.
Seeing Ava Walker listlessly pick up the pen and sign her na on the last page of the divorce agreent, the housekeeper breathed a long sigh of relief.
Perhaps many people think that divorces in wealthy families involve lawsuits and property disputes, but in their family, where the eldest young master was concerned, it was resolved very simply. But who knew that to achieve this simple solution, the eldest young master had waited so many years?
The housekeeper watched Ava Walker go upstairs, knowing she was leaving with nothing as per the agreent, as she couldn’t take anything with her while leaving bare. After all, she once was the second young madam of the Hallow Family, and even a single piece of jewelry was enough to feed an ordinary family for a lifeti.
As Ava Walker walked upstairs, a cold smile appeared on her face.
Her departure would eventually lead to soone dealing with Charlotte Miller. Given how heartless Atlas Hallow was, what good outco could he expect?
Thinking this way was a comfort to herself, and tears uncontrollably started to fall, one by one. Ultimately, she had lost everything. Even if Kinsley Lee could overturn all of this, causing chaos within the Hallow Family, what difference would it make?
She was leaving. Since she could rember, she had lived in the Hallow Family, progressing from a housemaid’s daughter to beco the second young madam, and now she was being driven out. What a sorrowful fate. And in the room on the fifth floor resided the only man she had ever loved in her lifeti.
Ava Walker believed she could never love another man again in her life...
Who could understand that feeling of seemingly having died already at just twenty-sothing?
Atlas Hallow, having changed his clothes, went downstairs and t Amir, who was also preparing to leave.
"Amir, it’s ti for you to return to the company and help out..." Atlas’s words made Amir put on a dramatized look of fear.
"Bro, I’m taking that as a joke," Amir said as he dashed out the door, faster than a rabbit. By the ti Atlas’s words had fully echoed through the air, Amir was almost inside his car, as if a tiger was chasing him, then he floored the gas pedal and sped towards the large iron gate, almost crashing into it before it could fully open.
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