Chapter 28 Not Everyone Is a Scum Like You
“How am I wrong?” he shouted, wincing in pain as he exuded a glacial aura at being treated in such a manner.
“Only a person with severe brain damage would say something like that.” A furious Alison thought that he wasn’t making any sense. “Why should I feel inferior for the mistake you made? Without Julia, my life will only get better.”
“Give it a try.” An equally furious Brayden spouted all kinds of mean things, “Find out who would give you such a considerable sum after the divorce besides me. Alison Lambert, you should know just what you’re worth. I have to admit that you’re brilliant, but the world has no lack of brilliant people. Every businessman is interested in profit, and they would write a prenup before the marriage. Once you divorce him, you won’t get a single penny from him.”
She could feel herself calming down a little after punching him in the face. “Are you done talking?”
“The Lambert Family isn’t your backbone, and you’re not Hannah Lambert, either,” he shot disparagingly.
“I don’t need you to remind me of that.” Then, her tone turned serious as she continued, “I never got married for the sake of alimony.” Brayden was stunned, and she explained, “It doesn’t matter to me whether my husband writes a prenup or not. All I want is a man who loves me and is willing to share a happy little family with me. Don’t use your life and character to judge others.” That little bit of anger left in her heart wholly disappeared at this time. “Not everyone is a scum like you.” After she said that, she spun and left without waiting to see his reaction or hear his reply.
Minutes passed by, but Brayden remained in the same spot in a daze; the words she said kept replaying in his head. She said that she just wants a person who loves her. Then, all of a sudden, an immense sense of unease swelled up in his chest as though something was cut out from his life completely and would never return.
“Boss…” Conner called out tentatively, his heart in a complicated mix of emotions. Boss fought with Mrs. Cornell again, and she even punched him, he lamented with a sigh.
Brayden didn’t say another word as he stepped into the car, slumped back into the seat, and shut his eyes. His hair was sprawled over his forehead, and he appeared a little despondent. The pressure in the car was low, and the atmosphere was heavy. As he didn’t say where he wanted to go, Conner could only drive around aimlessly.
After some time, Brayden opened his dark eyes, shrouded by gloom. “Conner.”
“Yes, Boss?”
“Do you think she’s right?”
“Well…” Could he say that she was right?
“If she really doesn’t care about money, why would she ask for all that during the divorce?” The air around Brayden turned colder with every passing second, “She sounded so noble, but it’s
different from reality,” he muttered, trying to convince himself.
Conner felt the need to remind him of something as he mumbled in resignation, “I don’t think Mrs. Cornell is such a person.”
“She’s really capable. She even got you on her side, eh?” Brayden mocked sarcastically, and his impression of Alison turned from bad to worse.
Although Conner was a little dismayed, he calmly analyzed the situation. “According to our country’s law, properties after marriage become the common properties of both husband and wife. Therefore, it’s normal for Mrs. Cornell to ask for half.” He didn’t even dare to tell him that even Blake thought Alison did the right thing.
“I didn’t ask for hers.”
“That’s because you didn’t ask for it.”
All of a sudden, Brayden growled dangerously, “Conner!”
“Boss. I know you’re not going to like this.” Conner mustered whatever bit of courage he had in his bones as he tried to straighten out Brayden’s values. “You cheated first, and it’s very kind of Mrs. Cornell that she didn’t clean out your assets.”
A bewildered Brayden demanded with a sullen face, “When did I cheat?”
Conner didn’t dare to say anything in reply and merely lowered his gaze, but that made Brayden even more mad. Right then, Conner’s phone rang, and when he saw that it was Julia calling, he glanced back and informed, “Boss, Miss Shaw is calling.”
“That’s your business,” Brayden snapped, slipping into a foul mood. “Don’t you know that I can’t be in contact with her now?”
Conner silently continued driving and decided to call her back after getting home.
At the same time, Alison returned to the hospital after ditching Brayden.
Carl was waiting for her in the ward. As her father, even though his relationship with her was strained, he still cared for her and didn’t want to see her suffer in any way. So, he waited for her for half an hour
Meanwhile, a restless Hannah kept pestering him, “Later, when Aly returns, we have to find out why she’s divorcing Brayden. We can’t let her suffer in vain.”
“Okay,” he agreed immediately.
Before their discussion could proceed, the door swung open, and Alison strolled in, wearing the same composed expression as she did before, as though nothing happened between her and Brayden earlier.
“Aly.”
“Aria.”
Both of them called out to her in unison.
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She felt somewhat befuddled by the complicated look in their eyes. So, she closed the door gently and asked, “What’s the matter?”
Hannah understood that it was awkward for Carl to pop the question, so she took the initiative to ask, “Why are you divorcing Brayden? Don’t try to fool me with an excuse like a broken relationship.”
Alison paused briefly. She considered hiding the truth from them, but after looking at their faces, she finally decided to come clean. “The woman that he’s dreaming about has returned.”
Carl and Hannah scrunched their faces in confusion. It was pretty amusing since they made the same disgusted look at the same time without coordinating it.
Still, Alison didn’t chuckle. Instead, she merely charged her phone using the charge in a corner, took a seat opposite Carl, and said, “This is also a form of a broken relationship, so I agreed when he brought up divorce.”
“Are you kidding?” Hannah was starting to doubt everything she had believed in before.
Alison met her eyes and answered firmly, “No.”
“Is there a problem with his brain or eyes?” Hannah still couldn’t understand how Brayden could come to such a decision. “He would rather give you up for a woman he can’t have?”
* Alison had no answer to her question. Whether it was the woman of his dreams whom he had
never dated, or the woman he was in a relationship with before but could never reconcile, they were important people to the men concerned.
“I think he’s just problematic!” Carl was utterly enraged, and when Alison took a glance at him, he instantly deflated like a balloon. “Why did you fall for him back then?” he asked meekly.
“He’s good-looking,” she answered simply. But as it’s proven, having a pretty face doesn’t help with anything else at all, she added silently.
Carl didn’t know what to say to that. At the same time, Hannah sighed inaudibly because she knew that her sister preferred men with good looks, husky voices, well-built figures, and deft
hands.
“So, which step of the divorce procedure are you at now?” Carl asked, only asking the essential questions.
“We’ve submitted the request, and it will be finalized with official papers after a one-month cooling-off period,” she said honestly.
“Be sure to go through until you get the papers!” There wasn’t a single good opinion Hannah had of Brayden, and she felt indignant on her sister’s behalf. “A scum like him isn’t fit to be with you. He’s trash, a scum, and a failure!”
