York turned to look at the two people in the dining room.
Cyrus raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Ferguson, you're welcome to stay and dine with us, of course."
York's intense gaze was fixed on Claudia. She sat quietly at the table, her eyes on the relentlessly ringing phone in York's hand.
The three of them remained in a silent standoff for a few seconds before York turned and left.
After he was gone, Cyrus asked Claudia, "Do you truly want a divorce?"
Claudia leaned in eagerly. "Cyrus, are you willing to help me?"
As she got closer, Cyrus placed a long, elegant finger on her forehead and gently pushed her away.
He picked up his spoon again.
"If you can completely cure my insomnia, I might consider helping you get that divorce," he said.
Hope reignited in Claudia's eyes.
She and York were worlds apart—whether in family background or what they could do on their own. She wasn't sure if she could pull off divorcing him. But curing Cyrus's trauma-induced insomnia? Now that, she was confident about.
Since Cyrus had made the offer, she had to seize this opportunity.
Late that night, in a guest room on the first floor of Grant Manor.
Claudia stood by the French doors, dressed in a dusty rose silk nightgown. From the moment York had used a business trip as an excuse to return with his first love, Ann, and their son, she had been shattered.
She had thrown herself against the wall of their marriage, breaking herself apart and nearly losing her life before finding the peace of mind she had today. But York still refused to grant her freedom.
Even so, he could no longer stop her from moving forward.
Her casual conversation with Cyrus tonight had made her realize something profound: the true value of a network is mutual benefit.

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