NovelEnglishChapter 13 The delivery man quickly scanned the document in his hand and stated, “This is a divorce
agreement, sent by Ms.
Elizabeth Campbell with instructions to deliver it directly to Mr.
Elijah.” The atmosphere in the room grew tense, as though an invisible force had struck Elijah and the others
sharply across their faces.
The lively conversation in the private room suddenly stopped, replaced by a palpable, uneasy silence.
Eyes flickered between the people present, and each of them slowly lowered their gaze.
In the midst of the heavy quiet, only Albin dared to act.
Taking the folder from the delivery person, he returned to his seat and tossed it toward Elijah.
“Elijah, what did you do to upset her this time? She doesn’t seem to be joking around,” he remarked, a note of
concern in his voice.
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Albin was naturally curious about the contents of the folder, but even if given the chance, he wouldn't dare look
inside.
The cover and the thick envelope alone, stamped with the unmistakable logo of a law firm, suggested serious
matters within.
In the dim light, Elijah’s face appeared to vanish into the shadows, darker than the swirling night outside.
Ignoring the folder, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey, poured a glass, and drank it down in one swift motion.
His distraction was clear, and he carelessly set the bottle down, spilling most of its contents onto the polished
floor.
It was a vintage 1972 Macallan, worth 1.5 million—a price even the wealthy Albin couldn't ignore without feeling
a pang of regret at the waste.
But no one moved to clean up the spilled bottle.
After a moment, Elijah placed his empty glass down with a soft clink, his gaze narrowing at the unopened folder.
“Is all this really just because of a missed call?” he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief and
frustration.
The room remained still.
Not a soul dared to answer, and even the sound of breathing seemed to soften, as if reluctant to disturb the thick
atmosphere.
Sandra straightened her posture and gently took the glass from Elijah’s hand.
“This is all my fault,” she murmured, her voice laden with regret.
“If not for my ongoing heart condition, my frail health, and those constant fevers that worry you, you wouldn't
have missed her call.”
Her eyes filled with tears, casting her in a fragile, vulnerable light.
She placed a delicate hand over her heart, her apology genuine.
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“My long-standing illness has only brought you trouble.
Ms.
Elizabeth tried to reach you repeatedly this afternoon.
Maybe she had something important to discuss.”
Elijah’s thoughts briefly wandered to Elizabeth's graceful presence, and he responded coolly, “And what could
possibly be so urgent? | saw her earlier tonight, and she seemed perfectly fine.”
At that moment, Albin, struck by a sudden memory, interjected with surprise, “Are you both really this clueless
about what's been all over the news? This afternoon, you say?”
His voice sharp, he continued, “There was a news report today ab
out an explosion in an old residential area downtown.
If | remember correctly, wasn’t there an apartment Elizabeth inherited from her mother in that area?”
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