Sylvia wasn't asking for a divorce. It was more like she had declared war against Preston.
Preston was a money-grubber. His employees thought that he would hit the roof and go on a rampage.
To their surprise, he simply gave a cold reply. "Got it," he said before leaving everyone and heading upstairs.
This level of calmness was unusual. This peculiar response made them shudder and sent chills down their spine.
Preston had just got into his empty room when he received a call from Sylvia.
"Mr. Preston, you've been discharged from the hospital, and you're about to emigrate overseas to enjoy your later years. Isn't it about time to put the pedal to the metal and get the divorce settled?"
Sylvia spoke with sarcasm. Every word of hers was choking him. "There's no meaning in dragging it on. The longer you put it off, the more likely I am to blurt something out of my mouth. If I ended up spewing some nonsense, wouldn't that just add to your predicament?"
Preston picked up a fruit knife f
