003 Divorce Agreement_1

Heather Scott hurriedly urged Betsy Russell to eat, enthusiastically helping her with the dishes.

Divorce is something that can only be accomplished with determined effort.

Heather was genuinely worried that Betsy was just talking casually this time. She looked at Betsy with anticipation and said, "I'm not hungry. Shall I draft a divorce agreement for you right now?"

"No need." Betsy shook her head.

Heather's heart was in her throat, worrying that Betsy was just talking off the cuff and didn't really want to divorce.

Betsy swallowed her bite of food and calmly said, "There's a divorce agreement in the suitcase."

Heather was almost ready to kneel before Betsy, grateful that her sister was finally willing to cut off Jared Hughes, the cancerous lump.

Heather smiled brightly and went to rummage through the suitcase, found the divorce agreement, took a look at it, and the smile on her face gradually solidified.

"Betsy, is this the divorce agreement you drafted?" Heather sat down beside Betsy with the divorce agreement in her hand, frowning and puzzled, "Why would you give Jared Hughes, that bastard, a break? Why should you leave with nothing?"

Heather thought about the grievances Betsy had suffered in the Hughes family for three years and felt indignant for her.

"Do I lack that little money?" Betsy said indifferently.

"You don't." Heather muttered discontentedly.

Betsy was the only noble lady of the secluded Sabir family in the Capital, yet after marrying into the Hughes family, she was considered by those people as a wild chicken who wanted to fly and become a phoenix.

Heather knew Betsy wasn't interested in the Hughes family's money, but not taking anything was a gift to the Hughes family, right?

However, Heather also knew that Betsy always had her own ideas and didn't persuade Betsy any further. She got up and said, "I'll go handle your discharge procedures."

Leaving the hospital.

Heather sat in the driver's seat, watching the red light ahead, and asked, "Where's Jared Hughes now? You should throw the divorce agreement in his face right now!"

Heather was afraid that Betsy would soften up and not want to divorce after a while.

"He should be at the office," Betsy said calmly.

Forty minutes later, a white sedan stopped in front of the Hughes Group building.

Heather stopped the car, unbuckled her seatbelt, and followed Betsy out. She helped Betsy adjust her hair and said, "Remember, you have to cut the Gordian knot quickly and let that stupid man see how beautiful and cool you are!"

Betsy's lips curved into a hint of a smile, and she nodded in agreement.

The three years at the Hughes family had been the most painful of Betsy's life, and her love for Jared Hughes had long been worn away by trivial matters.

The receptionist at the Hughes Group knew Betsy, so she didn't stop her when she entered the building.

Betsy walked elegantly through the building in high heels, attracting many disgusted looks.

Thanks to Chloe Lindsey, she had long been a disgusting target for everyone.

Jared Hughes knew Betsy was coming before she even reached his office.

Jared hung up the phone, recalling Betsy leaving with her suitcase yesterday, and scoffed.

He was interested in seeing what kind of tricks Betsy wanted to play now!

Betsy stepped out of the elevator and walked coldly to Jared's office door, knocked politely, and without waiting for a response from inside, pushed the door open.

"Divorce agreement, sign it." Betsy put the divorce agreement on the table and stared unwaveringly at Jared.

His eyes still held that emotionless cold cruelty when he looked at her.

Betsy withdrew her hand, her expression cold, "Tomorrow morning at nine thirty, at the civil affairs bureau's entrance!"

Betsy turned around proudly, not hesitating for a moment.

Jared sat quietly, his dark eyes icy and inorganic, showing no emotion.

His gaze fell on the divorce agreement on the table, which Betsy had already signed. The empty space was left for him to sign.

He glanced briefly at the divorce agreement.

She wants to leave with nothing?

Jared's hand, which was about to sign, hesitated. Was Betsy playing hard to get?

As expected, this woman was deep and calculating.

Jared's face darkened as he picked up the divorce agreement, elegantly tearing it to shreds with his well-defined fingers and throwing it in the trash can.

He wanted to see if she really wanted to divorce him.

The secretary stood at the door, awkwardly knocked and went in, sensing the cold atmosphere radiating from Jared, eyes gazing at his nose and heart, whispering, "Mr. Hughes, the meeting is starting."

Jared's eyes fell on the secretary, the dark depths of his black pupils unfathomable, as he walked expressionlessly toward the outside.

...

When Betsy walked out of the Hughes Group, she looked up at the blue sky and white clouds and inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

She walked to the car, got in, and saw Heather silently playing a game and silently sat down.

"Did you handle it?" Heather chose to hang up the game regardless of her teammates' curses, looked at Betsy with eager anticipation, and asked.