The phone call ended, and Alexander''s gaze shifted to Quinn. Her eyes were clouded with confusion, and he couldn''t help but smirk at her bewilderment. "Did you really think," he began, a note of derision in his voice, "that I''ve been avoiding you these past few days because I couldn''t bear to let you go?"


    Quinn''s lips tightened into a thin line, her expression betraying her difort. That was exactly what she had believed.


    Alexander leaned in, bringing his face dangerously close to hers. It was an intimate gesture, yet his eyes were icy, devoid of any warmth. "You think too highly of yourself," he whispered, his wordsced with mockery. Quinn flinched at his words, her pupils contracting. She quickly averted her gaze, unable to meet his cold stare. It was clear now; she had been deluding herself.


    Once again, he had made his feelings painfully clear.


    A bitter sensation welled up in Quinn''s heart, but she swallowed it down, refusing to let the tears escape.


    Alexander''s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he abruptly rose from his seat, moving to a corner of the room to light a cigarette.


    As they waited for Kyle, Quinn watched Alexander smoke one cigarette after another, seven or eight in total. The room was heavy with silence, neither of them uttering a word.


    Upstairs, Kaitlyn''s eyes sparkled with anticipation at the maid''s report.


    "Are they really getting a divorce?" she inquired, her voiceced with hope.


    The maid nodded in affirmation. "Yes, they''re waiting for Kyle to bring the divorce papers."


    A wave of tion washed over Kaitlyn, and she pped her hands in delight. "Excellent! That dummy can finally leave the Kennedys. Later, bring me the list of eligible bachelorettes from Amber Bay."


    "But Mrs. Kennedy... isn''t this a bit premature?" the maid asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.


    Kaitlyn shot her a dismissive nce. "What''s wrong with it? If they''re divorcing, we need to eliminate any possibility of reconciliation. The best way to ensure that is to find him a new wife."


    The maid nodded, not fullyprehending but willing toply. "I''ll get the list right away."


    "Make it quick," Kaitlyn instructed.


    The news of the impending divorce had invigorated Kaitlyn. Her headache had vanished, and her fatigue seemed to have dissipated. She was tempted to rush downstairs and witness the spectacle herself but thought better of it. It was best not to interfere and risk causing moreplications.


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    An hourter, Kyle arrived with the divorce papers. He clutched the documents awkwardly, his gaze flitting to Alexander.


    Alexander nced at him and ordered, "Bring them here."


    Startled, Kyle hurriedly handed over the papers.


    Without hesitation, Alexander took a pen and scribbled his name in the petitioner''s signature space on both copies. He then tossed the papers at Quinn. "Sign it."


    The papers hit Quinn, not causing physical pain, but the contempt and humiliation they carried were palpable.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    She bit her lip, picked up the papers, and retrieved a pen from her bag. She stared at the hastily scribbled signature was that really his name?


    Her hesitation was fleeting. Memories of her time with Alexander flooded her mind, pushing her to sign.


    She leaned over the table and began to carefully write her name.


    Afterpleting one set, she reached for the other. That''s when Alexander''s voice cut through the silence. "Now that we''re divorced, Kyle, do you think I still need to extend any charity?" Quinn''s hand stilled mid-signature.


    Kyle hesitated, not fully grasping Alexander''s implication. But he was quick to adapt. "Of course not."


    "Then have the hospital stop the medication."


    "Hospital?" Kyle''s brow furrowed in confusion before realization dawned on him. "You''re talking about Juliet''s medication, aren''t you, Alexander?"


    Alexander remained silent, his expression unreadable as he lit another cigarette.


    Kyle, quick to understand, agreed. "Alexander, the doctor said if her treatments are withdrawn, she won''t survive more than two weeks."


    Quinn''s hand trembled at the revtion, her pen slipping and marring her signature.