The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 195

He paused, then shifted the conversation.

"How are the assets being divided?"

"I've been too busy with work all these years; I neglected the home and you," Winston's voice was tinged with guilt. "I don't have many personal assets, and my salary has been handed over to her all these years. Give her a bit more. At least ensure she doesn't have to worry for the rest of her life."

"Understood. I'll have the lawyer arrange it ASAP," Kingsley agreed, then added, "When are you coming home?"

"Another two weeks." Winston's voice softened, revealing his debt to his family. "Kingsley, thank you for handling this."

Kingsley feigned ignorance of the sentiment, his tone bland as if discussing a triviality. "It's just arranging a lawyer for a draft. No trouble. When you return, have the lawyer meet you at the house to discuss—does my brother know?"

"She will probably tell him," Winston replied.

They exchanged a few pleasantries before hanging up.

The car fell silent again. Kingsley watched the streetscape flash by outside the window, a chill seeping from his fingertips into his heart.

***

Kingsley spent the entire afternoon at the company, moving from one meeting to the next.

By the time he finally emerged from the conference room, the sky outside was pitch black.

Pushing open his office door, he found Peter lying lazily on the sofa playing on his phone. Seeing Kingsley, Peter sat up immediately. "Kingsley, the money I borrowed? I'm paying you back."

Kingsley gave a noncommittal grunt, grabbing his jacket from the chair. "Seems you've been working hard lately."

"You weren't in Switzerland, so there were no distractions. I had no choice but to work," Peter grinned and shrugged, standing up to follow him.

Only now did he truly understand the torment Thurston had felt seeing Jane with other men.

Inside the Rolls-Royce, Jules also spotted the car by the roadside.

He picked up his phone and quickly sent a message to Lucy: [He's outside.]

Lucy, currently breastfeeding Seven, saw the message. Her finger tapped the screen: [Yeah. Just go. Ignore him.]

Jules smiled at the message and sent a voice note, his tone warm. [I'm off, don't worry. You guys get some rest.]

Kingsley sat in the car for a long time. The cigarette between his fingers remained unlit.

It wasn't until deep in the night, when the last light in the manor went out, that he finally closed his eyes and rasped to the driver, "Let's go."