Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 812:

After a brief silence, Marissa raised her head to meet Connor’s gaze, her expression serious. “Connor, we can’t have feelings for each other, no matter what kind. So, divorce is our only path forward. After that, it’s best we part ways for good. Seeing you only brings me shame and makes our shared past feel like a series of ludicrous misadventures,” she declared, her voice steady despite the harshness of her words.

Marissa was decisive, never one to drag out matters, even those of the heart. For someone she could never have, she vowed to resist till the very end.

No sooner had she spoken than Connor’s expression turned even more tortured. He parted his lips to respond, but she didn’t allow him the opportunity, rising to her feet abruptly.

Her sudden movement caught Connor off guard, leaving Domenic, who was beside him, equally bewildered.

“Connor,” she commanded in a tone that brooked no argument. “I need to fly to Cher Snain today for an urgent matter. I’ll be gone for at least a day, maybe more. Use this time to brace yourself. Upon my return, we’re heading to the court for a divorce.”

With those words, she disregarded Connor’s reaction and turned to leave.

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She missed the sight of Connor as she departed; his eyes were reddened, nearly to the point of bleeding, his fists clenched so tightly on the desk that his knuckles whitened.

Domenic shifted his gaze between Connor and Marissa, his anxiety palpable. He opened his mouth to interject, yet ultimately, he remained silent.

Marissa pushed the study door open, surprising Marc and Terry, who had been surreptitiously listening. They straightened up instantly.

Their faces mirrored Domenic’s—filled with anxiety, conflict, and confusion. None had foreseen Marissa and Connor’s relationship unraveling so swiftly to the brink of separation.

Just then, Arabella’s voice emerged from behind Marc and Terry, tinged with concern. “Sweetie, are you truly going to get a divorce?”

Arabella had a small frame, so she was easily blocked by the hulking Marc and Terry. Marissa had no idea the old lady was there. So when she heard Arabella’s voice, she was visibly stunned.

Even Marc and Terry were startled. They were engrossed in eavesdropping on the conversation inside the room and hadn’t even noticed Arabella’s approach. The two men exchanged a glance, both unsure how much the old lady had heard.

Inside, Connor jumped to his feet and walked over to the door, leaving an equally shocked Domenic behind. Connor was so frantic that his heart practically jumped into his throat.

Everyone knew that Arabella was fond of Tiffany. Connor couldn’t even bring himself to imagine how heartbroken she would be if she learned that her current granddaughter-in-law was not Tiffany.

Connor rushed to the old lady and peered at her expression. “Why are you here, Grandma?” he asked cautiously.

“It’s none of your business. I want to hear the truth!” Arabella was furious. “You’d better come clean, you rascal, or I will never forgive you!”noveldrama

Much like everyone else, Connor didn’t know how much his grandmother had heard, so he wasn’t sure how to respond to her demand. He pursed his lips and racked his brain for the right words.

Unfortunately, his silence only angered Arabella even more. She raised her walking stick and hit him. “You brat! How dare you lie to me?! How could you keep such a significant matter a secret? Did you think I’ve grown senile, huh? Did you think I wouldn’t understand if you just told me the truth?”

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