Chapter 11

On the morning of the third day, I opened my eyes in the empty house to find Archer there.

He sat quietly by the bed, keeping his distance.

The curtains let in a faint light, blurring his silhouette, his eyes shadowed and unreadable.

I gazed at him calmly.

"Archer, tell me you're here with divorce papers."

Archer stared at me fixedly, his expression filled with immense sorrow, and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Jade, I won't divorce you."

I remained indifferent, closing my eyes.

"Can you leave? I don't want to have to clean the house again."

After a moment of silence, a deep voice spoke.

"At first, I really wanted to treat Iris like everyone else, but the day I transferred her, she suddenly knelt down. She said she had recognized me long ago and confessed that if she hadn't insisted her drunk father pick her up that day, the tragedy that killed my parents wouldn't have happened."