Never See You Again

"Zion, you..." Sergio was about to say something, but Zion interrupted, "Mavy is waking up. Mr. Brooks, you better go take care of Clara first.

That's it."

Zion hung up the phone.

Sergio's face darkened, and his hand holding the phone turned white.

"Mr. Brooks..." the security guard couldn't help but call out tentatively, "How about you come back another day?"

Sergio gave the security guard a cold glance, and the guard immediately stopped speaking

Meanwhile, Maeve woke up groggily from her bed, rubbed her eyes, and asked in confusion, "Did the phone rang just now?"

Zion picked up the newspaper and said lightly, "No, you were dreaming."

Maeve was puzzled. She distinctly heard the phone ringing while she was asleep. Could it have been a dream?

Maeve furrowed her brow, reached for her phone on the bedside table, and saw an unanswered call from Sergio. Maeve frowned. Sergio was awake.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

At that moment, Lyra came running out of the kitchen with dishes, shouting to Maeve, "Mavy, get up and eat!"

"Okay." Maeve put her phone aside.

The next day, the lawyer sent Maeve the drafted divorce agreement. In the evening, Maeve returned to Brooks Manor for this reason.

Seeing Maeve return, Allie greeted her happily, "Madam, you're finally back!"

She noticed the injuries on Maeve's body and exclaimed in shock, "Madam, you're hurt."

"Where is Sergio?"

"He..." Allie's words were cut short as Sergio came down from upstairs.

By the looks of it, Sergio seemed to have recovered quite quickly. She was relieved to see that.

Maeve walked into the living room and said to Allie, "Allie, Ineed to talk to Sergio. Could you go clean the yard?"

"Yes, madam."

Allie glanced at Maeve with some concern before looking at Sergio,

Sergio sat at the dining table, calmly eating his dinner, not once looking at Maeve.

Maeve placed the divorce papers in front of Sergio..

"This is the divorce agreement drafted by my lawyer. Sign it."

Sergio paused, and he looked up at Marve coldly.

"Divorce?"

Maeve's expression was calm as she replied, "Yes, divorce."

Sergio stood up, walked to Maeve, and muttered slowly, "Who allowed you to do so?" "Since we both don't like each other, why force ourselves to stay together?"

"We don't like each other?" Sergio looked angry. The veins on his forehead were popping.

"Maeve, weren't you the one who clung onto me and begged me to marry you back then?" Marve just felt she was

foolish i

in the past.

"You said it yourself, that was in the past. Since you don't like me, why should I waste my time on you?"