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âChloe Everdeen, pick one.â
One of them was an admission form to a mental hospital, and the other was a consent to divorce application. Looking at her face, as if she couldnât believe it, he calmly explained.
âIf you donât want a divorce, sure, you donât have to. But if you insist, then I couldnât just leave my mad wife, who has had frequent affairs with hysterics and even tried to kill herself, stay around me, you know.â
He spoke slowly, but it was a threat to commit her to a mental hospital for the rest of her life if she didnât divorce him.
Killian glanced at his watch with a face that hadnât even flinched, let alone change color, unlike the other woman whose lips quivered. To him, who operated on a minute-by-minute basis, trying to adjust his pace for such a âcrazy thingâ was equivalent to throwing his time in the trash.
âIf itâs too difficult for you to choose right away, let me know through your lawyer.â
Killian stood up with a bored look on his face and turned around. Behind him flew the two papers he had held out. He was about to leave without a hitch, but one name he had forgotten pulled him back.
âRowena PhiloneâŠâŠ.â
âWere you this cruel to her too?â
It was a name that hadnât come to his mind for the past five years. It was a woman whom he had abandoned a long time ago. He had to ignore it and move forward, but he was unable to move for a while, as Killianâs brow furrowed in discomfort.
âWhat kind of nonsense is this?â
âDonât even think about denying it. Youâve called that name in your sleep so often! Youâre hiding it from me, arenât you? Isnât that right?â
âIt doesnât need admitting you to a hospital to know that youâre out of your mind.â
âCalling her name? Talking in my sleep?â
It was a rant no longer worth dealing with.
He turned the doorknob, but even before he could take a few steps out of the room, he was hit by an intense headache that almost made him fall.
An attendant hurried over and grabbed his arm.
This started at that time; he suffered from dizziness and headaches that swarmed him quite often.
âThis will come back to you one day.â
The face of his ex-wife, who was muttering with a wicked expression on her face, was now blurred.
He struggled to erase this name, which tangled him like a curse. Around that time, Genok suggested.
âWhy donât you go see her?â
âMiss Philone, If you saw her again, your headache would probably stop.â
The headache came whenever he heard that name, and now it came back again after a long time.
He thought it was a reasonable thing, so he sent Genok first before returning to Ethelwood.
âAfter making numerous inquiries, I found a clue. She settled in a remote area that has several factories. A doctor named Philip was suspicious, so we followed him and somehow found the house of a woman who worked in a textile factory. I heard she had twins, and her husband was working abroad.â
It felt as if someone had stabbed him in the back. HeâŠHe was filled with a fury that he couldnât understand, and everything turned red in front of his eyes.
âSheâs married? That man, William Jenon, was killed already. Has she been living with another man ever since?â
She was his mistress, even if he had abandoned her a long time ago. He didnât want her to live in misery, so he gave her enough money to live on⊠But he didnât want her to be happy either. What a selfish woman.
âI need to see it for myself.â