Knock, knock, knock-the sound of someone knocking on the door could be heard from outside.
“Come in.”
The door was gently pushed open, and Hamish looked at the man who entered. He was dressed in a suit, wore silver-rimmed glasses, and exuded an air of elitism.
The lawyer walked in and went straight to the point, saying, “Mr. Burns, hello. My name is Hunter. This is my business card. Mr. Wilson told me that you asked me to come for your divorce case with your wife.”
Hamish glanced at him, feeling a sense of familiarity. He stood up and took the business card, looking at the name on it, finally remembering.
This was the lawyer they had recently hired. Although he was new, he had already handled many cases. Not long ago, he defended a husband accused of domestic violence in a divorce case. Due to insufficient evidence, the divorce was deemed invalid. However, just two days later, news came that the wife had committed suicide by jumping off a building.
Hamish’s expression changed, and he had a hunch that Tobias had brought this Mr. Hunter to mock him.
“Well, I know you,” he said.
Mr. Hunter smiled gracefully.
After listening to the entire case, Mr. Hunter began his analysis. Even though the judge had been bribed, there were still people outside the court, and appearances had to be maintained to avoid the risk of it being exposed online, which would do more harm than good.
Hamish nodded thoughtfully. When a rabbit is cornered, it will bite, let alone a person. Elisa, who had no constraints, might even seek death or life in the courtroom.
Mr. Hunter’s advice was that temporary improvisation was crucial. The reasons for suing Elisa should be transformed into a temporary fit of anger.
After all, it was Elisa who had pursued him for marriage in the first place. They could magnify these past events and spread them on the internet, creating an illusion that the emotional bond between husband and wife was still strong.
Furthermore, they needed to ascertain if there was any incriminating evidence in the hands of the other party, such as violence, property, or infidelity…
Mr. Hunter rambled on, but suddenly noticed that Hamish’s expression was off. He stopped and asked, “Mr. Burns, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Hamish replied. It was just that the lawyer had listed a few things, and he was guilty of them all.
He had taken Elisa’s inheritance, physically abused her, and even claimed to have her child adopted by someone else.
Property, infidelity, domestic violence-he was guilty of everything. It was only now that he realized how much he had wronged Elisa.
But thinking about these things now was pointless. Once the divorce case was over, if Elisa stayed by his side without mentioning divorce, he would find a way to make it up to her.
Hamish lit a cigarette, his thin lips slightly pursed, and the hostility between his eyebrows disappeared in an instant.
…
The court hearing was scheduled for next Wednesday, leaving them with five days to prepare. Elisa wanted to talk to Lila, but she didn’t have her contact information. So, she called Mrs. Gordon.
“Miss Morris is sleeping. I don’t dare to disturb her.”
“She’s still sleeping at this hour?” Elisa glanced at the time. It was four o’clock in the afternoon.
Lila hadn’t returned home last night and only came back around noon today. As soon as she arrived home, she went straight to sleep. Mrs. Gordon didn’t dare to say too much, fearing that it would arouse Elisa’s suspicion.
“If Miss Powell has something urgent, tell me, and I’ll pass it on to Miss Morris.”
“No need.” Elisa refused. It would be better if she could talk to Lila herself.
“Give me her number, and I’ll contact her later.”
“Alright.” Mrs. Gordon flipped through the phone book and read out Lila’s number. Elisa had a good memory, so she remembered it after hearing it once. After hanging up the call, she saved Lila’s number on her phone under her name.
Elisa sent a text message to Lila, without a single word, only a photo: the divorce summons between her and Hamish. She believed that Lila would understand once she saw it.
…
Lila slept until six o’clock. Her back and legs were sore. Hugo had kept her company all night again, and she had gradually become addicted to this affair.
This couldn’t go on. She and Hugo’s entanglement would only benefit Elisa and Hamish.
Frowning, Lila reached out and grabbed her charging phone from the bedside table. She unplugged the charger, and the screen lit up with a notification of an unfamiliar message.
Lila opened it and saw a photo. Lila clicked on the photo and zoomed in… Her movements suddenly froze.
Elisa and Hamish were getting a divorce?
Something she had been longing for suddenly happened, and Lila felt an unreal sensation, as if she were dreaming.
Suppressing her excitement, she dialed the number and the call connected quickly. After four rings, the other person answered.
“Did you see the message I sent you?” Elisa’s cold voice came through the phone. Lila spoke up, “Elisa, what does the photo you sent me mean?”