Chapter 4

I thrust the divorce papers from my pocket into her arms before she could utter a word, then turned to depart.

My body, having just recovered some strength, was still fragile.

After a few paces, sweat poured from me, and my sight grew hazy.

As my legs began to wobble, someone caught me.

I glanced up to see Michelle Wanda, the underprivileged student I'd been supporting for years.

Previously, every holiday I'd bring Tessa to visit her and her grandfather in their rural home.

I'd also send her monthly allowances regularly.

In the past, she'd always come to me when facing hardships. I never imagined she'd be the one helping me now.

I gave her a sheepish grin.

She offered to take me home, but I declined, asking her to bring me to a hotel instead.

I'd barely settled in when there was a knock at the door.

It was Michelle Wanda's grandfather, Michelle Yolanda.

He wore an old-style Zhongshan suit.

"Young Castro, I heard about your hospital stay."