GoodReadChapter 513
Sylvia became speechless.
She knew better than to search for his phone. With a disdainful glare, she told him, “I’ll get my phone
and show you. Wait here.”
“Hm.”
Sylvia quickly went back to her room where the children were still sleeping soundly. Her phone was on
the bedside table.
After getting the phone, she ran out on her tiptoe, only to see a quiet and empty corridor. She frowned.
She then walked to the next room and pounded on the door several times.” Odell, are you in there?”
Nothing but a buzzing silence.
She knocked several times, but still, there was no answer.
She pondered for a moment, then she proceeded to call him.
The moment the call was connected, she could vividly hear a phone’s ringtone coming from inside the
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It only rang twice before the automated message interrupted and informed, “The number you have
dialed is currently unavailable”. The ringtone she heard coming from inside the room was cut off
simultaneously. He was inside and intentionally avoiding her! Sylvia frowned.
All she did was ask for a divorce. In the divorce settlement agreement, she had only asked for the
custody of the children, and not a word was brought up concerning money or property. Why was he
acting as if she had demanded his very life?
Sylvia became more and more irritable the more she thought about it.
She scoffed and turned back to the children’s room. She walked straight to the balcony.
There was only a small separation between the balcony in this room and Odell’s. It was very easy to
cross to the other side.
She stuffed her phone in her pocket and lifted herself on the railing. Then, she climbed over.
She effortlessly reached the railing of the balcony of Odell’s room.
With a firm push, she threw her weight across the railings and landed with her feet planted firmly on the
ground.
The lighting was very dim.
He did not turn on the light.
Sylvia went into the bedroom and called out, “Odell.”
Within a second, she caught a glimpse of a large shadow charging toward her. Before she could react,
she found herself pinned against the wall. She could feel the figure’s erratic breathing beating against
her face. In an instant, her lips were sealed.
Ugh. She ruthlessly shoved him out of the way. Odell immediately caught her hands and held them
tightly in front of her. She could not pull herself away.
She was furious and widened her jaws. Then she snapped them shut on his hands.
He only let go of her hands after her mouth was already filled with the metallic taste of blood.
Still, he held on to her tightly in his arms.
He rested his chin on the top of her head and growled in a low voice, “Must we get a divorce?”
His voice was very low and deep like a rumbling drum. There was what seemed to be a hint of
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdesperation in his voice, which was a sharp contrast to his usual arrogant demeanor. Sylvia felt a swell
of irritation rising in her chest and said without thinking, “Why not divorce me so you can officially marry
Tara?”
He struck back. “I’ve cut off all ties with her. I’m sure you heard about it last night as well.”
Sylvia did hear about that.
With that said, a large part of why he did that was because he found out that Tara had lied to him.
Furthermore, he must have figured out that Tara had something to do with what happened to Madam
Carter.
One way or another, he certainly did not cut off relations with Tara for Sylvia’s sake.
What was Tara to him? Who was she, if not the single highlight of his youth, his one and only muse?
Even if they had severed all relations, he still made sure to entrust the house in Lake Victoria Villa, a
property priced near at least a hundred million to Tara.
The truth was that he cared deeply for Tara.
Sylvia had only one thing on her mind and that was to be divorced and be done with all of this. She
retorted, “And? What does this have to do with our divorce?”
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