The red convertible had already driven far away, and Gavyn stood there with a pale face, as if someone had pressed the pause button on him.
A chill permeated throughout the entire body.
As the female housekeeper passed by, she caught a glimpse of his icy cold face and was so frightened that she almost dropped the fruit plate she was carrying.
"Why does Mr. Delacruz look so abandoned?" the new female housekeeper quietly asked as she turned her head.
The old housekeeper tugged at her sleeve and hurriedly gestured for silence, "Keep it down, don't let Mr. Delacruz hear you. I heard it was the former Mrs. Delacruz who filed for divorce. Oh dear, we shouldn't be talking about this. Let's get back to work."
Gavyn was silent.
The housekeeper's whispers didn't escape Gavyn's notice. With a darkened expression, the man turned around and walked towards the residence.