Urging Him to Get a Divorce (Aveline and Xavier) novel Chapter 800

**A Divorce**

Rupert rose from his seat, determination etched on his features. “Xavier, I need to have a word with you,” he declared, his voice steady yet urgent. The two of them made their way to Xavier’s car, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension.

Once inside, Xavier pulled out a photograph, his fingers trembling slightly as he handed it to Rupert. The older man’s brow furrowed at the sight. “I’ve seen this man before,” he murmured thoughtfully, his mind racing back through family connections. “He’s a distant relative from your aunt’s side, isn’t he? I remember he worked as your uncle’s driver in his younger days.”

Xavier nodded, his expression serious. “We were merely offering him a job, but shortly after he started, he fell gravely ill. Your uncle even paid for his treatment, but he never returned to work after that.”

Rupert’s eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping in. “Is he the one who approached Michelle, convincing her to bend the rules so Josephine could donate blood at the hospital?”

Xavier met Rupert’s gaze, silence hanging heavy between them. The older man could read the unspoken truth in his grandson’s eyes.

A storm cloud seemed to form over Rupert’s face, darkening his features. “Why on earth would Jonathan orchestrate such a scheme, dragging you into this mess with Courtney and Josephine?”

Xavier’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “Is he after the…?” His words trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air.

“Listen, Grandpa,” Xavier continued, urgency threading through his tone. “If you confront my uncle about this, he and my aunt will deny everything. Stephen will take the fall, no doubt about it.”

“Let’s keep this quiet for now,” Rupert replied, his voice grim. “I’ll dig deeper into this situation.”

Rupert’s expression was a mask of concern as he nodded, silence enveloping them for a moment. But as he reached for the car door, he hesitated and turned back to Xavier. “Xavier, if your uncle is indeed behind this, it shouldn’t implicate Jason in any way, right?”

Xavier sighed, his thoughts swirling. “That kid, Jason…”

“Grandpa,” Xavier interrupted, his tone firm. “If my uncle and aunt are involved in something nefarious, they would likely shield Jason from it, keeping him out of the mess to protect him.”

Rupert felt a wave of relief wash over him at Xavier’s words, and he finally exited the car, the weight of the conversation still heavy on his shoulders.

As the car door clicked shut, Amy, who had been quietly observing, couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Mr. Beltran, do you genuinely believe Jason is uninvolved in all of this?”

Xavier’s dark eyes were like pools of ink, deep and inscrutable. He remained silent, lost in thought. The uncertainty gnawed at him; he couldn’t dismiss the possibility of Jason’s involvement, nor would he jump to conclusions without solid proof.

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