Chapter 4 Divorce Agreement

Inside the hospital room, Sylvia appeared pitiful with swollen red eyes and a bandage on her forehead.

"It's painful..." she whispered, nestling into Callan's embrace, looking up at him with eyes brimming with tears.

Callan's body tensed, and a frown creased his forehead as he saw Sylvia's pitiable state, his arms hanging motionless at his sides.

"What exactly happened today?" Callan inquired.

Tears glistened in her eyes as Sylvia responded with a sense of grievance, "I just changed my stylist. Maybe Lacey wasn't happy about it."

Seeing Callan's frown, she quickly added, "Perhaps the curling iron was too hot, and she lost control of it."

With a sigh, she blamed herself, saying, "I guess I'm partly to blame."

Her lips trembled slightly and her eyes, wet with tears, blinked. She didn't mention about her schemes against Lacey to Callan.

However, Callan wasn't fooled. He knew Lacey too well from their past three years together. He was certain she wouldn't hurt Sylvia intentionally.

"Callan, do you think Lacey is upset about you being here with me?" Sylvia asked, her lips pouting as she tugged at his clothes. Her voice was soft and sweet.

This struck a chord in Callan. A shadow passed over his deep-set eyes. After a moment, he replied coldly, "She won't be bothered by it."

Sylvia picked up on Callan's distraction and pretended to be worried. "Lacey looked unwell too. Callan, shouldn't you check on her?"

She watched his face closely.

Callan's mouth set in a firm line and his expression grew more serious. After a short pause, he answered coldly, "She doesn't need my concern."

A faint smile flickered across Sylvia's face. She believed she was still the one he cared for the most, even after three years.

She took Callan's hand and whispered, "Callan, I know we've missed so much over these years, but I..."

"You should focus on resting. I have other matters to take care of." Callan interrupted her curtly.

With a discreet movement, he withdrew his hand and exited the ward, leaving Sylvia to gaze after him, frustration evident in her eyes.

In the hallway, Callan took out his phone and called his assistant.

"I need Lacey's employment records from Owen Entertainment brought to my office."

Meanwhile, Lacey, having been scolded by Bella earlier, was at her desk applying a Band-Aid to the burn on her wrist.

"Ouch." She grimaced at the sting.

Just as she finished, her phone rang.

The sight of the caller ID sent a sharp twinge through her heart, and she hesitated before answering.

"Come to my office." Callan's voice, devoid of warmth, echoed through the phone.

He ended the call before Lacey could respond.

Gazing at the now blank screen, Lacey felt bewildered.

She had assumed Callan would be with Sylvia at the hospital.

Was he summoning her to confront her about the incident with Sylvia?

With emotions of confusion and sorrow intertwining, Lacey made her way to the top-floor office.

Callan's assistant was there, promptly opening the door for her.

As she entered, she saw Callan sitting on the sofa. His face was stern and he kept looking at her since she came in.

"Why didn't you tell me you were joining Owen Entertainment?" Callan asked in a deep voice.

Lacey managed a bitter smile, her eyes conveying a sense of helplessness. "Would it have mattered if I did?"

Callan remained silent but reached for some food on the coffee table, approaching Lacey.

"Are you silly? Don't you understand you need to eat when you're hungry?" Callan frowned and handed over the food.

Lacey observed the food in Callan's hand, taken aback by his unexpected action. For a moment, she didn't know how to react.

He had asked her to come here. Wasn't it because of Sylvia?

Lacey felt a jolt of surprise. Callan actually noticed she hadn't eaten.

Yet, a wave of annoyance washed over her as she remembered why she had missed her meals.

Looking at the food, she cleared her throat and questioned, "Am I being foolish? Is it not because of Sylvia that I haven't had time to eat?"

Callan picked up on Lacey's irritation towards Sylvia, and his expression became noticeably gentler.

He attempted to touch her head, but she moved away.

"We should maintain some distance," Lacey said, stepping backward.

Callan's eyes lingered on her, and her words from the day before about one's heart being with someone else echoed in his mind, casting a chill over his look.

"My lawyer is preparing the divorce agreement," Callan said coldly.

Lacey's lips tightened, and a shadow of sadness crossed her face and eyes. She had not expected Callan to be so impatient.

"That's for the best," Lacey responded, nodding but not accepting the food. She then turned to leave.

With a frown, Callan reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Ouch." The sudden pain in her wrist made Lacey gasp.

"What happened to your wrist?" Seeing the pain in her face, Callan quickly eased his hold.

He glanced down and noticed the partly removed Band-Aid on her wrist, revealing a burn.