Chapter 3 Let's Talk About Divorce

Betty had been in the station for less than an hour when Henry personally arrived to vouch for her.

The officer in charge asked, "Mr. White, are you sure you want to settle privately with the troublemaker?"

Henry glanced at Betty, who remained unscathed, and gave a brief nod.

The officer hesitated. "The initial estimate of damages to your hotel exceeds a million..."

Betty twirled a pen between her fingers. "Whatever is owed, just go after my husband for compensation."

Henry's brow twitched slightly, and his gaze toward Betty took on a deeper meaning.

Once the bail process was completed, the two of them entered the elevator, one after the other.

Henry cornered Betty forcefully. "Who do you think is going to clean up the mess you made?"

Standing at least 188cm tall, Henry's sudden approach brought an invisible pressure upon Betty.

This man wasn't just incredibly good-looking; his presence carried an undeniable sense of danger.

Betty remained unfazed. "My husband, of course."

Henry raised an eyebrow. "And where is he?"

Betty's voice carried a teasing undertone. "Isn't he standing right in front of me?"

Henry chuckled in disbelief. "What makes you think I'll pay for your mistakes?"

Betty smirked. "You came here of your own accord-weren't you planning to fix the problem?"

The elevator doors opened, and Betty brushed past Henry as she stepped out.

Henry matched her pace. "You were so sure I would come?"

Betty, "Absolutely."

"And where does that confidence come from?"

"We're in a mutually beneficial partnership."

Henry, "Not for much longer."

A black business van approached and slowly came to a stop in front of them.

Berd stepped out of the driver's seat and respectfully opened the door for Henry. "Mr. William."

Henry's gaze remained on Betty. "Shall we discuss the divorce?"

Betty, "Anytime."

Henry ordered, "Get in the car."

Betty glanced at the van's make and model, a flicker of coldness flashing in her eyes before she quickly masked it.

"I get carsick. Pick a location, and I'll meet you there."

"I don't wait for people."

"If I make you wait even a second, I'll count it as my loss."

"Imperial 1908."

As soon as Henry finished speaking, Betty stopped a passing skateboarder.

She whispered something to him and handed over a few large bills. The boy took the money and readily handed her his flashy skateboard.

Effortlessly stepping onto the board, Betty waved at Henry by the van. "See you soon."

Before Henry and Berd could even react, Betty had already vanished down the street on her skateboard.

Meanwhile, Hazel had no idea that Betty had already been released.

His son was in critical condition, and only Betty's kidney could save him.

But at this crucial moment, Betty had gone and wrecked Mr. William's hotel.

Even if Hazel offered ten times the compensation, if Mr. William refused to release her, there was nothing he could do.

Sure enough, just as he and his wife and daughter were leaving the hotel, his phone rang.

It was the hospital.

Someone had reported a group of doctors at a private hospital who had illegally removed organs from healthy individuals without consent in exchange for money.

The victims' families were demanding justice, causing a huge scandal.

Now, with both witnesses and evidence in hand, the police had arrested those involved.

Including the two doctors scheduled to operate on Donald's kidney transplant.

Upon hearing the devastating news, Hazel's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Betty was in custody, and the doctors were in jail-who would save his precious son now?

Henry's business van arrived at Duke Club, where Betty was already waiting outside with her skateboard in hand.

1908 was Henry's private suite within the club.

Inside, he sat on the left side of the negotiation table, his expression calm as he sipped red wine.

Three days ago, he had just learned about his marriage.

His father had recently passed away due to illness, and after handling the funeral, Henry began taking over The William Family business.

While signing some legal transfer documents, the lawyer handed him a brown envelope-inside were two marriage certificates.

The lawyer explained that before passing, Henry's father had already chosen a wife for him.

Even though Henry had never agreed to it, his father had used his influence to legally register his marriage with a woman named Betty.

On the right side of the negotiation table, Betty twirled a custom-made pen between her fingers, feeling just as baffled as Henry.

Three days ago, an unexpected guest had arrived at her home-Henry, holding two marriage certificates.

When Henry questioned why her name was listed as his spouse, Betty was even more confused than he was.

If Henry hadn't shown up, she wouldn't have even known she had been married for a year.

Henry's gaze followed the dazzling movement of the pen between Betty's fingers.

The technique was mesmerizing, and the pen itself was a rare, specialized model.

After watching for a moment, Henry signaled to Berd with his eyes. "Bring it out."

Berd retrieved a document from his briefcase and placed it in front of Betty.

"Miss Betty, this is your divorce agreement with Mr. William. Please review it, and if everything is acceptable, sign at the bottom."

Betty flipped through the agreement casually.

In summary, she was to remain silent about their marriage.

Under no circumstances was she allowed to disclose that they had ever been legally wed.

As she read, one particular clause caught her attention.

"There's financial compensation for the divorce?"

Berd handed her a blank check.

Henry swirled his wine glass. "I spoke with my lawyer. The reason this marriage was arranged was because my father owed your adoptive father a favor. Since The William Family was in debt to him, I won't be stingy with compensation."

He gestured toward the blank check. "Write down whatever amount you want."

Betty asked, "Anything?"

"As long as you agree to the terms, whatever number you write will be honored."

"Then I won't hold back."

Betty twirled her pen, and in front of Henry and Berd, began writing a long string of nines on the check.

Seeing that she was about to fill the entire space, Berd cleared his throat lightly, hinting at restraint.

Betty smirked at the two men. "Am I asking for too much?"

Henry remained unfazed. "Money can always be earned back. Your happiness is what matters most."

Betty chuckled. "You're quite interesting."

With a flourish, she twirled her pen three times. A small flame flickered at the tip, instantly burning the check to ashes.

Blowing out the remaining embers, the pen's tip returned to normal. Betty then signed the divorce papers with sharp, forceful strokes.

Her signature, Betty, was as strikingly beautiful as she was-an artistic masterpiece.

Just then, a message notification sounded from Betty's phone.

Ignoring it, she pushed the signed divorce agreement toward Henry.

"If we can't be husband and wife, there's no need to be enemies. From now on, we go our separate ways. Don't worry-I'll keep our marriage a secret."

Picking up her phone, Betty put on a face mask and stood up. "I've got other things to do. See you around."

As Betty walked away, Henry called after her, "Tomorrow afternoon. Civil Affairs Bureau."