Chapter 2 You Want A Divorce

The next day, Waylon woke up early and took Ayla to the hospital for a reexamination.

Stella stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Then she took off the kitchen apron she had worn for six years, changed it into a white dress, and went downstairs with her suitcase.

Adrian was in the living room, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and watching TV. "Hey, Stella! Why do you have a suitcase? Where are you going?"

Stella just glanced at him indifferently without saying anything and walked to the door.

Adrian noticed that something was wrong, so he hurried forward, grabbed her suitcase, and scolded angrily, "Are you deaf? I was talking to you. Didn't you hear me? Have you cleaned all the rooms? Is breakfast ready? Where are you going so early in the morning?"

Adrian bombarded Stella with a series of questions. He was only sixteen years old, but he didn't show any respect to her. He even ordered her around.

He was simply a devil who made Stella suffer a lot.

In his eyes, she was nothing but a servant.

Stella yanked his hand away from her suitcase and said coldly, "Listen, I won't serve you anymore."

Although she didn't use much strength, he shouted, "Mom! Mom, come over here! She hurt me."

"What's wrong, Adrian?"

Zoey hurried downstairs and her face turned livid. She grabbed the duster and was about to hit Stella with it. "Damn you! Bitch, how dare you hurt my son! I will kill you!"

Zoey had hit Stella before. But for Waylon's sake, Stella endured it and never fought back.

This time, however, she could no longer tolerate Zoey.

Stella quickly grabbed the duster, pulled it hard, and threw it to the floor. "Don't you dare!"

Zoey was too stunned to react.

When she came back to her senses, she yelled, "Stella, how dare you! I will ask Waylon to divorce you."

In the past, Stella always avoided conflict with Zoey for the sake of Waylon's grandmother, Angelina Burton, and she didn't want to be disliked by Waylon.

She used to be afraid that Waylon would divorce her. But now, she didn't care anymore.

Stella just said indifferently, "Whatever."

Then she dragged her suitcase out of the villa, regardless of Zoey's fuss.

A red Ferrari was already waiting for Stella outside. The man in the driver's seat was handsome and charming. As soon as he saw her, he waved his hand and said, "Stella, get in."

After Stella got in the car, he drove away.

The man was Wesley Clarkson, her childhood friend, who was born into a wealthy family.

While driving, Wesley turned his head and asked Stella tentatively, "Have you made up your mind?"

"I've never been this so determined before." Now that Stella was away from the Burton family, she could finally smile.

She had a beautiful and delicate face. And when she smiled, it seemed that the haze clouded her face for many years was dispelled.

Wesley sighed. "I'm honestly relieved. I thought you would waste your whole life on that family. I've been worrying about you for the past six years. Until now, I still don't understand why you would fall for that jerk."

Stella shrugged. "I don't understand it either."

"Fortunately, it's not too late yet," Wesley said jokingly. "I was thinking that if you were kicked out by them when you were old, I would take you in. After all, we grew up together."

Stella rolled her eyes at him. "Shut up!"

"By the way, here's the divorce agreement you asked me to prepare. Check it."

Stella took the document handed by Wesley and checked it casually. "I won't take anything from Waylon. I didn't owe him anything in the past, and I won't owe him anything in the future."

Then she signed it without hesitation.

Wesley couldn't help laughing when he saw the decisiveness on her face. "Wow! No hesitation at all?"

Stella put the pen away and raised her eyebrows slightly. "Let's go to the hospital."

"Okay."

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The wards on the top floor of the hospital were exclusive to VIP patients.

Stella stood at the door to Ayla's ward and knocked. Then she turned the knob and pushed the door open.

In the hospital bed lay a beautiful woman who seemed frightened upon seeing Stella. She hid under the quilt in fear with tears in her eyes.

Waylon's face darkened when he saw Stella. "What are you doing here?" he asked in a voice as cold as ice.

Instead of answering his question, Stella took the divorce agreement from her bag and handed it to him. "Sign this, and l will leave right away."

Waylon took it and read through it. His voice became even colder as he asked, "You want a divorce?"