Mr. Blackwood’s eyes lingered on Catrin’s signature, the faintest curl of satisfaction tugging at his lips.
"Thank you, Mrs. Quinn. With your signature, the rest of the procedure will be smooth. You can expect to receive the divorce certificate by the end of this week itself."
He carefully closed the file, tucking it into his bag with practised precision. Then, as if remembering something, he glanced back at her, his tone almost casual.
"Regarding the assets and properties —my client has done his best. You have been granted the shares of the company, along with several assets and properties. Just this ..." His gaze drifted around the villa, deliberate and cutting. "... this house will not be yours. Since it represents the Quinn family, it will remain with my client."
Catrin’s breath caught in her throat, but she said nothing. Her fingers clenched around the edge of the sofa she was sitting on.
Blackwood straightened before standing up. "You may take your time to pack your belongings. My client won’t rush you until the divorce certificate arrives."
He hadn’t given her a timeline, but the weight of his words made it clear —she could not stay a day longer than the moment the divorce was sealed legally.
Then, dipping his head politely, he offered one final greeting before leaving.
Catrin didn’t move even after he was gone. She sat there, jaw clenched, nails biting into her palms. She still couldn’t believe that Idris forced her into a divorce. And not just that, he was not even asking her to leave their house. How could he?
"Madam, are you alright?" Mr. Cole asked softly, watching her pale face with worry.
Catrin didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she murmured, her voice thick with disbelief, "Where do you think I failed, Mr. Cole? Have I not done enough for this family?"
"Madam, sir has always appreciated you. Please don’t think like that," the butler said, his voice low with sympathy. He had dedicated his entire life to the Quinn family, but even he had never imagined a day like this would come.
When Arwen was leaving the house, he knew the house wouldn’t remain the same. But this ... this was something he never saw coming. He couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.
"He appreciated me?" Catrin let out a brittle chuckle, her eyes glinting with irony as she looked at the butler. Just as he was about to nod and reassure her, she cut him off, shaking her head.
"Yes, he did. He always appreciated me —for all the decisions I made ... for all the success we together achieved. But ... but then why has he turned against me now? Why does he no longer value my thoughts and decisions?"
The butler’s brows furrowed, sorrow flickering across his features. For this misery, no one else but the lady was to be blamed. But he couldn’t say that to her and make her feel worse than what she was already feeling. So, in the end, he could only say, "Daughters are always a father’s weakness, Madam. Sir loves young Miss a lot. He is no different."
At that, Catrin’s expression hardened as well as the frown between her brows.
Arwen.
Yes. Of course, it was because of her. Idris was doing all this because of her.
Her fingers curled tightly into fists as she recalled her daughter’s audacious behaviour earlier that day. And, behind it all was that man —her wild, unruly husband.
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