Chapter 195
He paused, then shifted the conversation.
“How are the assets being divided p>
“I’ve been too busy with work all these years; I neglected the home and you,” Winston’s voice was tinged with guilt. “I don’t have many personal assets, and my salary has been handed over to her all these years. Give her a bit more. At least ensure she doesn’t have to worry for the rest of her life p>
“Understood. I’ll have the lawyer arrange it ASAP,” Kingsley agreed, then added, “When are you coming home p>
“Another two weeks.” Winston’s voice softened, revealing his debt to his family. “Kingsley, thank you for handling this p>
Kingsley feigned ignorance of the sentiment, his tone bland as if discussing a triviality. “It’s just arranging a lawyer for a draft. No trouble. When you return, have the lawyer meet you at the house to discuss-does my brother know p>
“She will probably tell him,” Winston replied.
They exchanged a few pleasantries before hanging up.
The car fell silent again. Kingsley watched the streetscape flash by outside the window, a chill seeping from his fingertips into his heart.
Kingsley spent the entire afternoon at the company, moving from one meeting to the next.
By the time he finally emerged from the conference room, the sky outside was pitch black.
Pushing open his office door, he found Peter lying lazily on the sofa playing on his phone. Seeing Kingsley, Peter sat up immediately. “Kingsley, the money I borrowed? I’m paying you back p>
Kingsley gave a noncommittal grunt, grabbing his jacket from the chair. “Seems you’ve been working hard lately p>
“You weren’t in Switzerland, so there were no distractions. I had no choice but to work,” Peter grinned and shrugged, standing up to follow him.
Kingsley didn’t break stride, walking out without looking back. “Don’t follow me. I have something to do p>
“What is it?” Peter chased after him, relentless.
The man in front paused, his voice clear and crisp. “Chasing someone p>
Peter wisely stopped. “Right. I won’t be a third wheel p>
The heavy rain had stopped in the afternoon, but the Zurich night sky was still wrapped in ink-heavy clouds, blotting out the stars.
The car eventually stopped outside a manor in Englewood. Kingsley didn’t get out. He sat quietly in the back seat, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the house lit by warm yellow fight nearby. His mind was a mess, filled entirely with Lucy.
Not long after, a familiar car drove slowly out of the estate-it was Jules’s car, the
one he had seen that morning.
Kingsley’s hand on his knee
clenched instantly, knuckles turning
white. The acidity and jealousy
churring in his heart threatened to
spill over.
Only now did he truly understand the torment Thurston had felt seeing Jane with other men.
Inside the Rolls-Royce, Jules also spotted the car by the roadside.
He picked up his phone and quickly sent a message to Lucy: [He’s outside p>
Lucy, currently breastfeeding Seven, saw the message. Her finger tapped the screen: [Yeah. Just go. Ignore him p>
Jules smiled at the message and sent a voice note, his tone warm. [I’m off, don’t worry. You guys get some rest p>
Kingsley sat in the car for a long time. The cigarette between his fingers remained unlit.
It wasn’t until deep in the night, when the last light in the manor went out, that he finally closed his
eyes and rasped to the driver Let’s go