Evan walked out of the villa.
He looked up at the night sky, the cool night breeze sobering him up considerably.
He took out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth.
Megan was right; they were in love, their intimacy wasn’t wrong. But why, when Megan tried to give herself to him, was his mind haunted by that desperate, crying face? That desperate face made him feel suffocated, and he pushed her away instinctively.
Evan was now very agitated, not even noticing when the cigarette burned his fingers.
Only on the day Avery had her accident did Evan behave unusually. The next day he was back to being Mr. Foster, the miracle maker of the business world, as if nothing had changed, as if he had completely forgotten Avery.
Liam breathed a sigh of relief. Even though he felt sorry for Avery, he was Evan’s friend and didn’t want his friend to be brought down by a woman.
At the Hotel,the hotel manager said “Mr. Foster, there is a middle-aged woman outside claiming to be your housekeeper, asking to see you.”
While at a business dinner, Evan almost instinctively wanted to refuse upon hearing it. Then something flashed through his mind, and the words of refusal turned into, “What’s her name?”
“It seems to be Quinn.”
Evan abruptly stood up, knocking over his chair behind him with a loud crash.
All eyes were drawn to him, but he walked out without saying a word.
Liam and a friend were also dining at the Hotel. He saw Evan, his face set with a cold determination, heading outside and felt something was off. He excused himself and followed.
Quinn was standing outside the hotel under the scorching sun. Evan walked toward her.
“Mr. Foster, this is something the Mrs. Foster asked me to give you before the accident,” Quinn said, handing him a paper bag respectfully.
When Evan heard the words ‘Mrs. Foster,’ he shuddered, staring intensely at the paper bag without making a move to take it. His lips moved slightly, and finally, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Did you see her that day?”
Quinn’s eyes reddened, her voice choked, “Yes, Mrs. Foster appeared at home covered in blood that day. If I had noticed something was wrong then, maybe I could have stopped her from doing something foolish.”
Evan’s eyes trembled, his complexion turning pale as he slowly reached out to take the bag. The top was not sealed, and a divorce agreement signed by Avery fluttered to the floor.
As he saw the paper on the floor, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and his face lost all color, his hand trembling with the paper bag.
He slowly crouched down, his movements exceedingly slow, as if it took a century, before he finally picked up the divorce agreement from the floor.
“Did she say anything?” he asked, still crouching, not looking at Quinn, his eyes fixed on Avery’s elegant signature on the divorce agreement.
“The Mrs. Foster only asked me to deliver this to you and didn’t leave any message. However, she tore up a piece of paper and threw it into a trash can in front of the house…”
Before Quinn could finish, Evan stood up with the divorce agreement in hand and walked away.
On his way back, he ran through countless red lights.
Since the day of Avery’s accident, he hadn’t returned to the Villa they live before, the burned villa. Today, however, driven by the piece of paper Avery had torn up, he raced back recklessly.
