Catrin’s brows furrowed, and she knew what the lawyer was here for. Her eyes turned cold as she glaringly stared at the butler and snapped, "Since when did I start walking to people at their beck and call, Mr. Cole. Did you forget who I am? Or have you forgotten how to dismiss people who come looking for me without an appointment?"
Mr. Cole looked troubled. He didn’t dare look into her eyes. With his head hung low, he slowly said, "Madam, I tried it. I told him that you are resting and won’t be meeting at the moment, but he said that he would wait until you are ready to see him."
Catrin frowned when she heard him. "Then let him. If he has so much free time, then he could waste it as he wants."
"But Madam —"
"You can leave, Mr. Cole." She didn’t allow him to speak more.
The butler had no choice but to leave.
When he went down again, the lawyer looked up at him and asked, "Has Mrs. Quinn agreed to meet me now?"
Mr. Cole shook his head and then urged, "Madam is having a headache. Please consider coming another day, Mr. Blackwood. One day more won’t make a difference."
However, the lawyer stood firm in his mission. Shaking his head, he said, "Even a day’s delay will make a difference to me, Mr. Cole, because my client wants things to proceed and get completed as soon as possible. And that’s why I am here. I would wait until Mrs. Quinn is ready to see me."
With that, he was about to sit down again. But just then, Catrin’s voice made him pause.
"I didn’t know you had so much time to waste on the case that’s not going to proceed, Mr. Blackwood."
Catrin’s eyes stared at the lawyer from a distance as she slowly descended the stairs.
"It’s my job to dedicate my time to my client’s request, Mrs. Quinn, and I am just doing that." The lawyer said with a polite smile.
But that smile was never returned. Instead, Catrin’s gaze only turned colder at him. As she came closer, she went to take a seat on the opposite side. "Did you not hear what I said the last time?" she asked, her tone tight and restrained. "I am not going forward with this divorce. Idris is my husband, and we are merely having an argument. We can’t just break up over a simple argument after staying in a marriage for more than half of our lives."
"Mrs. Quinn," Mr. Blackwood replied gently, "you know better than anyone that my client does not see this as a trivial argument. If he —"
Before he could finish, Catrin cut him off, her voice sharp as a blade. "How dare you? Do you think you hold a position to speak of my relationship with my husband?"
Mr. Blackwood gave her a professional smile, dipping his head slightly, "My apologies. I did not mean to offend you, Mrs. Quinn. I am simply here to speak on behalf of my client regarding the divorce he has already initiated."
"I already told you," she said, her voice rising, "I am not divorcing. You may leave." She gestured toward the door, her eyes flicking to the butler. "Mr. Cole, please go and see Lawyer Blackwood out."
Before the butler could obey, Blackwood’s voice cut through, smooth yet firm, the edge of warning laced beneath the courtesy.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO