Chapter 120
Silence.
The grand living room was plunged into a suffocating, dead silence once more.
This time, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Frederick’s boots felt like lead as he took a heavy step toward Maeve, his voice cracking with pure desperation.
“Maeve, stop playing around p>
His broken voice snapped the rest of the room out of their collective trance.
Arthur looked down at Maeve, his tone lacing with arrogant mockery.
“You’re actually willing to divorce Frederick p>
In Arthur’s eyes, a woman from a middle-class background like Maeve marrying into the Fairchilds was the absolute pinnacle of her life.
She never had to work a day in her life, and she was showered with luxury that 99% of the world couldn’t even dream of.
The things she had seen and experienced were completely out of reach for someone of her social standing.
Over the years, the Fairchild wealth had surely spoiled her. How could she possibly survive the brutal reality of the real world?
The divorce threat was a bluff.
She was just using the situation to extort more money or privileges.
With a condescending, knowing gaze, Arthur looked down his nose at her and began to lecture.
“Maeve, don’t be too greedy. Push too hard, and you’ll end up losing everything p>
“I brought the paperwork, and I’ve already signed it.” Maeve pulled the divorce papers from her purse.
“I am painfully aware that in my three years of marriage, I haven’t done a single thing for Frederick’s career. I haven’t contributed a dime to this family, and I couldn’t even give you an heir. I am utterly useless, and I do not deserve to be part of a prestigious family like yours. So I am volunteering to leave. I want no alimony. I will leave with nothing. All I ask is for you to finalize this p>
“Maeve, how can you talk about yourself like that?” Frederick’s lips trembled in sheer terror. He lunged forward, grabbing her arm with one hand while trying to snatch the papers with the other.
Maeve clutched the papers with a death grip, violently shoved Frederick away, and held the documents right in Arthur’s face.
Her eyes burned red, and her emotions finally shattered as she cried out in desperate pleading.
“Arthur, I come from nothing! I’m not good enough for Frederick, and I never belonged in the Fairchild family! Keeping a wife like me is only going to humiate you and ruin Frederick’s reputation! Please, just let us divorce. Once it’s done, I will vanish from your lives forever, and you will never have to look at me again p>
Arthur finally realized she wasn’t bluffing. His arrogant expression collapsed into absolute shock, and he slowly stood up from his chair.
“You seriously want to divorce him p>
“Yes!” Maeve furiously wiped a tear from her cheek.
“If a single word I’m saying is a lie, may I be struck by lightning p>
Frederick felt a blinding pain rip through his chest, making it impossible to breathe. He threw himself forward, desperately wrapping his arms around her shoulders and burying her into his chest.
“Maeve… Maeve, stop. Please don’t do this. Don’t say those things about yourself p>
Arthur stood in grim silence, his dark eyes shifting between the two of them.
“If that is what you truly want, then I will p>
“Dad p>
Frederick roared, his eyes entirely bloodshot as he cut his father off.
“When I took over the company, you promised you would never interfere in my marriage p>
Arthur’s face turned completely purple with rage.
“Whatever problems Maeve and I have, I will fix them myself!” Frederick locked his arms around Maeve, refusing to let go.
“No… no! Frederick, I’d rather die than spend another second with you!” Maeve screamed, violently thrashing against his chest in absolute panic.
“Then we die together,” Frederick rasped, tightening his suffocating grip on her as hot tears pooled in his eyes.
“You psychotic bastard!” Grandma suddenly swung her heavy cane, smashing it violently into the center of Frederick’s back.
“Let her go p>
Despite her age, Grandma had the strength of a bear. The brutal strike forced Frederick’s spine to buckle for a split second.
Maeve seized the opening, tearing herself out of his grip and darting behind Grandma for protection.
“Maeve.” Frederick reached his hand out desperately, only for Grandma to slam her cane down again He let out a sharp cry of pain, forced to pull his hand back.