Vicky was listening keenly from the couch, not expecting to run into such intriguing drama


    when she woke up today.


    On the other hand, Sylvia could not care less about the pain on her cheek and sprang to her


    feet as she screamed, "You bastard! You''re lying!"


    Paul was frowning in turn. "What did you say? She was taking dance lessons from you?"


    "Yes." Stanley nodded. "Look, I''m not even her cousin—she told me to say that so that it''s


    easier for us to hook up, even staying in your house..."


    He certainly had enough of Sylvia, which was why he frequented seedy joints in the night to let


    loose.


    He just did not expect to contract an STD, and now that he was exposed, his n to use the


    Fieldens'' drakeroot to cure himself went south too.


    Still, he did not hesitate to confess everything since he had already saved enough money—the


    only thing he must do now was stay alive.


    Paul could almost ck out from sheer fury—never could he have known that his wife was


    cheating on him in his own house!


    And to think that he treated Stanley like he was family. He had certainly been a fool!


    He would very much like to cut Stanley into pieces, but Frank and Vicky were there—he must at least


    wait until after they left.


    "Get out," he growled.


    Stanley promptly fled the house in relief, already nning to flee to his old home tonight.


    With the millions he saved, he could certainly live carefree back home!


    On the other hand, Sylvia was despairing, not expecting that a diagnosis would so utterly destroy her.


    "Just listen to me, Paul. I was the one who was coerced. You have to believe me."


    "Enough," Paul growled, pushing her away in disdain.


    It did not matter what either of those cheaters said now.


    She had an affair, and Paul did not—that was reality.


    "Pack your things and leave. Mywyer will serve you the divorce papers soon enough."


    "Please, darling. You can''t do this—we love each other so much."


    "Get out! Quit yapping into my ears!" Paul snapped.


    Then, seeing that she was dragging her feet, he grabbed her by the cor and mmed the door shut


    in her face!


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    The living room was much quieter without Sylvia, though Frank and Vicky were working hard to


    compose themselves.


    When Paul soon returned, they quickly put on their serious faces.


    There was sadness in Paul''s eyes as he sighed. "I''m so sorry you had to see that."


    "It''s nothing, Mr. Fielden," Frank quickly assured him. "You are the picture of sess—Sylvia''s


    duplicity only proves her short-sightedness."


    As a man, he could empathize with Paul.


    Paul waved him off. "Oh, it shames me to say it, but I married her while she was still in college.


    She was really too young and I ended up spoiling her. I''m not getting younger, and there are


    times when my body can''t keep up even if my spirit is willing. Would you care to take a look at


    me, Mr. Lawrence?"


    Frank smiled. "Your condition is no issue—I''ll write you a prescription. Stick to it, and you''d be


    fine in a month. Just try to cut down on your alcohol consumption."


    "Great!" Paul''s depressed mood cleared right away, and he actually felt a little excited just then!