Emma's Anger : You Want To Divorce With Me?!

The Huxleys' main room seemed quieter and too quiet. Only one woman was sitting pensively with a blank stare. A cup of chamomile tea in front of her. No longer emitted a puff of smoke because the woman had not touched it at all.

Emma Huxley's eyes turned to look at the main door in front of her. Occasionally, she glanced at the window and saw the evening sky, which had turned grayer.

"Mrs. Huxley? Are you all right?" The butler Alvin had just appeared, a clean, neatly folded white cloth hanging from his folded arm.

"Me? I'm fine, Alvin," Emma replied. She tried to smile forcefully. Reassure the butler that she is well.

Alvin looked worriedly at her. Then he glanced at the chamomille tea he made about an hour ago. The tea was still full and must have been cold.

"Do you want me to replace your tea with a new one?" Alvin tried to offer with a caring attitude.