Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid

Chapter 63: Chapter 63 She Walked Away

Rose no longer had the slightest interest in what they thought.

Nor did she bother to see what expression Ryan had on his face. She turned and walked away without a trace of emotion.

She had done what she wanted to do.

She no longer believed in that old line about children being immature.

She no longer believed it.

Ariel and Mike were the same age, yet Ariel was sensible and well-behaved. As for Mike—could he really not know what he was doing?

What exactly did it mean that he "didn’t know any better"?

Or was he acting on someone’s orders, lording it over others?

Right and wrong—it made no difference to her anymore.

The root cause was simply that Ryan had granted that brother and sister special privileges.

Rose’s retreating figure was truly resolute.

Ryan followed her with his gaze, his expression betraying no emotion. Finally, his eyes slowly drifted toward the iron barrel still blazing with fire.

“Mike, apologize to Uncle Ryan.”

Samantha glanced in the direction Rose had left, a flash of sarcasm in her eyes.

For a loser, she sure has quite the temper.

Putting on such a fierce display—wasn’t it all just to get Ryan to glance her way?

She understood those little female schemes all too well.

Mike immediately ran over and hugged Ryan.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I just didn’t want that woman to bully my sister...”

Samantha sighed helplessly.

“Mike, don’t say such things.”

Ryan shifted his gaze from the metal barrel to the woman standing before him. Lowering his eyes, he said, “Go wash your hands.”

Mike had been playing all day and was covered in dirt.

Hearing how much Ryan still cared about him, Mike’s spirits soared.

He knew it!

He and his sister were the most important people to Ryan!

Samantha could also tell that Ryan had no intention of getting angry or holding it against her.

Didn’t that just prove how insignificant Rose was?

A satisfied smile curved her lips.

“Ryan, you spoil him even more than I do.”

No one mentioned Rose again.

It was as if nothing had happened.

“It’s only because of you,” James replied slowly, glancing in the direction Rose had left with a hint of complexity.

A touch of bashfulness flitted across Samantha’s face as she gazed at Ryan with even greater tenderness, her eyes brimming with sweetness.

She knew.

Ryan valued her.

James was on her side, too.

The realization made her heart flutter with joy.

As Ryan’s closest friends—whether Oliver or James—they had long since taken her side.

The support she enjoyed was something Rose could only dream of.

Rose was destined to lose.

James glanced at Samantha’s expression.

For some reason, Rose’s reddened eyes came to mind.

While Samantha went to find Mike, he walked over to Ryan’s side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, watching the iron barrel that was nearly extinguished after the fire burned out.

“Doesn’t Rose seem a bit off?”

After all, he had known Rose for many years.

She had never been so ruthless before.

They all knew how much she treasured everything related to Ryan.

Ryan shifted his gaze away from the desolate, ash-filled barrel and said to the nanny standing nearby, “Have someone clean this up.”

Then he lowered his eyes, took out a cigarette pack, and flicked one free.

“Is that so?”

His tone was so cold and detached that even James wondered whether Rose would feel even more heartbroken if she heard it.

But in the next instant, James furrowed his brow inexplicably, a vague sense of unease washing over him.

“True, I was overthinking it. Oliver told me about that one-sided divorce agreement she gave you. She’s more dependent on you than we ever imagined.”

She was calling for a divorce, yet the agreement itself was a tangled web.

Practically forcing Ryan not to sign it.

Rose loved Ryan deeply, so she was bound to endure.

But just now, Rose’s resolute demeanor had almost made him think she truly no longer wanted Ryan as her husband.

It seemed that had merely been an illusion.

Only then did Ryan lift his eyelids slightly.

He had already thrown away that divorce agreement.

He hadn’t mentioned that to Rose.

Tapping the ash from his cigarette, a thought occurred to him, and he chuckled softly.

“My dear Mrs. Knight’s temper has become much worse than it used to be.”

James looked at him in surprise.

“Aren’t you angry that she burned the wedding photos on a whim?”

Ryan turned and strode into the living room on his long legs, not sparing the metal barrel a second glance.

“It doesn’t matter. Let her make a scene.”

*****

Rose had taken a taxi there.

It would be more than two kilometers before she could reach a place where she could hail another cab.

She had originally come to discuss the ownership of the antique with Ryan, but clearly, after everything that had happened today, that opportunity was gone.

She walked in silence.

Her mind was working with crystal-clear precision, calculating the exact date when she could officially receive her divorce certificate.

The divorce agreement that the late Chairman Knight had made them sign back then had been notarized and filed with the court.

Although Ryan was completely unaware of it.

It had long since taken effect, and no unforeseen circumstances could affect its legal validity.

The former chairman’s intervention had inadvertently sealed the divorce as an irreversible fact.

She didn’t even have to waste time or energy figuring out how to break free from this cage.

Once the deadline passed, the former chairman would deliver the divorce certificate to her.

At that point, Ariel’s agreement to voluntarily relinquish custody would also take effect.

Rose stopped in her tracks and looked up at the bleak sky.

It wouldn’t be long now.

She was about to step into a new life.

She would no longer wait for someone else to bring her happiness.

Beep-beep—

A Maybach pulled up beside her.

James rolled down the window.

“Where are you going? I’ll give you a ride.”

Rose looked at him and asked calmly, “Why are you pretending to be so kind?”

James was taken aback but couldn’t help chuckling.

“Rose, aren’t you being a bit ungrateful? Was I the one who changed my mind? Aren’t you being a little too rude to me?”

Rose wrapped her coat around herself, her expression calm, yet she showed him no mercy.

“Did I make up that ‘birds of a feather flock together’ accusation out of thin air? If you want to be Samantha’s supporter, am I supposed to stop you from guarding that cesspool?”

James: “...?”

All his life, he had always been the one saving face for others.

Yet whenever he was in front of Rose, she managed to shut him down so thoroughly that he had nothing left to say.

Beep—

Diana skidded to a stop beside them.

Rose had asked Diana to pick her up earlier.

Without so much as a glance at James, she opened the door, got in, and sped away.

James watched the car disappear into the distance.

Suddenly, he laughed bitterly.

Had he really, truly been defeated by her words again?

In all his life, no one had ever talked back to him like that.

An indescribable sense of irritation swept over him.

He didn’t know why he kept finding himself drawn to Rose time and time again.

It was as if she possessed some kind of irresistible pull—a feeling he couldn’t quite explain, almost instinctive in nature.

James couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

What on earth was going on?

His train of thought was interrupted by a phone call.

He glanced at the screen and saw that it was a call from Washington, D.C.

He answered out of boredom.

“Dad.”

“When are you coming back to D.C.?”

With his family once again urging him to return to the company, take the reins, and inherit the family business, James turned his head to look out the window.

“My sister’s whereabouts have been unknown all these years. You may be able to sit tight, but I can’t live my life in peace.”

There was a sudden silence on the other end.

James knew this matter was a thorn in the Taylor family’s side.

He simply rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced back at the brightly lit estate in the distance.

Leaning back in his seat, he chuckled softly.

He had actually come up with an excuse that sounded absurd, yet was difficult to refuse.

“You know, I’m close with Ryan. He’s probably about to get married for a second time. Don’t I have to attend the wedding first?”

Anyway.

Ryan had that kind of clout with the older generation.

It was only fair to make use of it.