“Theodore, it’s clear that you have double standards. You’ve said that as long as we remain


    married, we’re still bound as husband and wife. However, you frequently criticize me whenever I


    bring up the divorce, using me inexplicably and reacting with anger as if I’ve betrayed


    you.


    “Ironically, it’s you who wanted to get divorced in the first ce.


    You’ve barely mentioned it, yet you’re already eager to move on with Cynthia. What right do you


    have to hold me responsible?


    “Yesterday, you asked me toe home, but you weren’t there. Today, you called me toe


    here, but it turns out you just wanted me to exin things to Cynthia. I didn’t have toe all the


    way here for a conversation that could have taken ce over the phone. You even asked me to


    bring lunch, which I made spicy because I thought I would be having lunch with you!


    “I like spicy food, but I don’t eat it because you don’t! Every time I bring you lunch, Ie on an


    empty stomach. I’ve never eaten first! I just said that to put your mind at ease, but how have you


    treated me?”


    Rosalie didn’t cry. She didn’t even shout. By the end, she was


    speaking calmly, and she felt much better after letting out her pent–up frustration.


    The office was unusually quiet, and Theodore seemed stunned. He had never seen Rosalie like this


    before and didn’t know what to make of her words. As his gaze fell on the two lunch boxes on the


    coffee table, he was momentarily speechless.


    Seeing Theodore’s silent reaction, Cynthia quickly grabbed his wrist. Theo, I’m sorry, it’s all my


    fault. It would have been better without me. I’ll leave.”


    A man’s maic andmanding voice suddenly echoed through the room, “In that case, just go.


    Why are you still holding his hand?”


    Everyone turned to look in the direction of the voice.


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    A middle–aged man in a smart suit walked into the office. His brow was slightly furrowed, giving him


    an imposing air. Despite his age, his dignified demeanor and sharply defined features hinted at his


    youthful attractiveness, the kind that only improved with age.


    Theodore frowned. “Dad, what are you doing here?”


    Wesley Spencer stepped forward and said coldly, “Is thepany yours alone? Why can’t I be


    here?”


    Ever since Theodore had taken over the duty of managing thepany, Wesley had almost been


    in a semi–retired state, but still kept an eye onpany matters.


    “I didn’t mean it that way,” Theodore exined.


    “Is that so? Then, what did you mean?” Wesley’s tone was sharp.


    “Uncle,” Cynthia hastily interjected. “Theo, he…”


    “I’m not your uncle. Don’t try to im a rtionship with me,” Wesley said as his eyes shed with


    disgust.


    Cynthia trembled at his harsh words, “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.”


    “Why are you still holding Theo’s hand? He’s a married man. Don’t you have any self–awareness?”


    Wesley asked, narrowing his eyes.


    A frightened Cynthia released Theodore’s hand, stammering, “I… I…” Theodore immediately


    stepped in front of Cynthia to protect her.” Dad, if you have anything to say, say it to me. This has


    nothing to do with Cindy.”


    Wesley continued his attack, “If it has nothing to do with her, why is


    she here? She’s neither an employee, nor your wife, nor a client or friend. What right does she have


    to enter this office?”


    “This is my office, and it’s my prerogative to decide who enters. If you don’t have any business


    here…”


    “What, am I bothering you two?” Wesley interrupted, his gaze shing with bone–chilling coldness.


    “In that case, I’ll take my daughter–inw and leave.”


    Wesley grabbed Rosalie’s wrist to take her away.


    Instinctively, Theodore grabbed onto Rosalie. “Wait a minute.”