“I don’t want to talk about him.” Every time Carl was mentioned, Nana’s mood worsened.
Before, she thought that since she had a child with Carl and he treated her well, they could develop feelings for each other and spend their lives together.
But who would have known that just a few months later, Carl would get involved with Grace, betray her, and even have a child with her, repeatedly pressuring Nana.
Nana was tired, her hands caressing her belly.
This poor little life should never have come into this world.
“Nana, let me take you home,” William’s gaze fell on Nana, filled with guilt.
If only he hadn’t insisted on breaking up with Nana back then, she might not be suffering so much now.
“I don’t want to go back.” Nana shook her head. “Let me stay with you for a few days, okay?”
“Your parents will worry,” William hesitated.
Sadness filled Nana’s face. “It doesn’t matter.”
Initially, her relationship with her parents had been good, but today she couldn’t accept what she had learned-how they had forced William to leave her.
“Well then, rest for a bit. I’ll make lunch for you,” William helped Nana lie down. “Don’t think too much for now, focus on recovering your health.”
“Mm.” Feeling William’s care for her, Nana’s nose tingled.
Two people who loved each other so deeply, why did they have to go through such hardships and end up in this situation?
Memories flooded Nana’s mind, and she felt her heart being torn apart.
***
In the office,
“You don’t plan to tell Jane about us?” Lena casually asked, examining the photos on the desk.
“It’s not the right time yet,” Patrick replied firmly, leaving no trace of hesitation.
Then, the manager walked in and placed some documents on her desk. “Mr. Pansy, I just saw Mrs. Pansy at the entrance.”
Upon hearing this, Patrick’s expression instantly changed, and he whispered, “Where is she now?”
“She already left.”
Patrick grabbed his phone and rushed outside, with Lena following behind. “Flowers, flowers…”
She reached the car downstairs and placed the flowers in the trunk.
After Jane returned home, her face full of disappointment, she dragged her tired body into the bedroom. Seeing his presence permeating the entire room made her uncomfortable. She grabbed the bottle of toner from the table and smashed it onto the floor.
“Ouch!” someone shouted at the door.
Jane snapped out of her daze, holding back her tears. She turned on the computer, organized the divorce agreement, and placed it on the table, signing her name.
This time, she wouldn’t back down.
“What’s going on?” Finley heard the commotion from downstairs and quickly rushed upstairs, witnessing the scene. She noticed the document on the table.
“You want a divorce?” Finley asked incredulously. “Because of Lena?”
Jane silently nodded and said, “Love is something that no one can’t live without.”
“Then what about the child? You don’t want it either?” Finley had learned from the nanny that she was already pregnant.
This was not the time to get angry.
“I want the child, but I’ll raise it on my own. It has nothing to do with him.” Jane took a deep breath. This child had come into her life against all odds and she would take good care of it.
“I disagree…” A stiff and determined voice sounded from the doorway.
Both of them turned their heads and saw Patrick standing there, disheveled, with Lena behind him, holding flowers.
Jane was all too familiar with those flowers. She snorted, “Mr. Pansy has brought someone in. This is forcing me to step aside, isn’t it?”
“What are you doing here? If I had known that the flowers were meant for Patrick, I would never have sold them to you and let you do this embarrassing thing,” Finley fumed.
“Jane, you misunderstood. We’re just friends,” Lena explained.
Jane abruptly stood up and stood directly in front of her. “Mr. Pansy, my eyes are not blind. Sign the divorce agreement.”
Jane angrily threw the paper in his face, and Patrick grabbed her arm. “I will explain everything to you after this is over. You have to trust me.”
“No need. I wish you both happiness,” Jane said as she pulled Finley away and left, driving straight to the office.
“Ms. North, these are the documents the department manager sent over. They need your signature,” Jane looked at the papers on the desk, all of them related to long-term projects with Patrick’s company.
Just the thought of it made her heart ache.
“Take them away, take them away,” Finley waved her hand, dismissing the secretary.
“You go inform the top management. Cut off all cooperation with Pansy Group. Cancel all projects, regardless of their expiration dates. We’ll bear the penalty fees ourselves,” Jane ordered, her heart trembling.
She couldn’t allow anything impure in her feelings. It would tarnish everything.
“Are you crazy? Won’t this announce to everyone that you’re getting a divorce?” Finley couldn’t bear to watch anymore. Their companies had always maintained a straightforward and professional relationship, never neglecting the details because of personal connections.
No one could find fault with that.
Won’t this make it easier for others to take advantage?
“Ms. North, are you sure about this?” the secretary hesitated, asking cautiously.
“Do as I said. It must be resolved within three hours!” Jane’s order caused an uproar in the company, and everyone started discussing it.
The news naturally reached Patrick. The economic crisis hadn’t even ended, and Jane added another blow.
“Your wife seems a bit anxious,” Lena casually sipped her coffee, not worried in the least.
“Mr. Pansy, these were sent by the madam’s company. They want us to list the compensation and pay the penalty fees,” the manager was dumbfounded when he received the documents.
Patrick frowned, pondered for a long time, and then said, “Cancel the cooperation, no need to pay. And for the ongoing projects, proceed with normal payments.”
Jane, why are you so heartless?
Meanwhile,
Jane saw the invoices in the finance office, and Patrick had returned all the money. She immediately used her personal account to transfer the money back. She didn’t want to owe anyone. Afterward, she sent Patrick a text message saying, “Business matters only.”
Patrick threw his phone on the ground and laughed foolishly at the computer screen.
“It seems that I’m not fit to be here, affecting your marriage. I’m leaving,” Lena grabbed her bag and walked out, without Patrick trying to stop her.
The secretary sent a report from the subsidiary company, rushing to inform him.
“Mr. Pansy, just as you suspected, the general manager is up to no good.” The secretary’s main task was to closely monitor the subsidiary company, ensuring no mistakes were made and to identify troublemakers.
“Continue.”
“The general manager, using the resources and connections provided by the headquarters, suppresses the technical department at the subsidiary company, forcing them to manipulate stocks according to his will. This has resulted in significant flaws in the subsidiary company’s operations. Furthermore, the general manager has brought in his relatives to work at the company, openly and secretly supporting them, creating a toxic work environment.”
The secretary took out a recording pen and played the contents, matching her words perfectly without any errors.
Patrick coldly snorted. Indeed, once people gain power, they become corrupt. It’s inevitable.
“Hand it over to the company’s legal department, follow the regulations.”
After Patrick finished giving instructions, he drove to Jane’s company and stood downstairs, waiting. He didn’t see anyone until it was dark, and then he left.
“Alright, let’s eat something. The rumors are flying outside, saying that you and Patrick have split up. Various news stories have come out. Are you sure you’ve thought this through? Won’t you regret it later?” Finley was concerned, seeing that she hadn’t eaten all day.
Jane casually waved her hand. “I’m fine, I’m not hungry. I just feel a little disheartened. You don’t need to worry about me, I’m fine.”
Upon hearing this, Finley became even angrier.