Leonard Babbitt glanced at the divorce agreement, unmoved. He walked over to the sofa in the study, sat down, and asked nonchalantly, "What do you want to talk about?"Rebecca Augustine furrowed her brow. Was he deliberately steering the conversation away from the topic of divorce? Leonard Babbitt had always spoken to her as if he were a superior addressing an underling, and no matter what she said, it felt like a subordinate reporting back. There had never been any semblance of a real marriage between them, not even for show.Rebecca Augustine put aside her thoughts and began to recount, expressionless: "Three months ago, that Camille Chaplin, who went to the bar with you, claims she's pregnant."She paused, then continued, "I gave her money to get an abortion. You should reimburse me."A faint frown appeared on Leonard Babbitt's handsome, indifferent face. "Is that all?"Rebecca Augustine's lips curved into a smile. "After all, it would have been your eighteenth child, a descend
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