The Divorcee Amazed the World

Ryan, with a dark expression, said, “I am a businessman. Businessmen value profits, and a businessman who doesn’t prioritize profits is not a qualified one. As for why I’m doing this, I’ve discussed it in detail with Helena a few days ago, and she agreed at that time.”

Remembering the humiliation she endured in the cafe that day, Helena’s scalp tingle.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She really didn’t want to go through it again.

She gently pushed away Willis’s hand, stood up, and said to Ryan, “Dad, no, Ryan, I’d like to talk to you alone.”

Ryan glanced coldly at her and said, “Follow me to the study.”

Willis stood up, wanting to go in with Helena.

She shook her head at him, “No need.”

Willis squeezed her hand, speaking softly, “Come out if you’re not happy. There’s no need to endure.”

Helena responded with a nod.

They went to study, one after the other.

The old man was also there, holding a brush and writing big characters.

Seeing Helena coming in, the old man raised his head, smiled kindly at her, and said, “Helena, you’re here.”

Helena greeted politely, “Grandpa.”

Ryan pulled out a chair and sat down, gesturing for her to sit too.

Helena didn’t sit. She stood straight, polite yet distant, saying to him, “Uncle, you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t come here today to complain to Grandma. I came to persuade her to agree to our divorce. Grandma has always been kind to me. Since she’s leaving, I came to bid farewell.”

Ryan looked at her complicatedly for a few seconds and said, “Willis’s properties are prenuptial notarized and have nothing to do with you. As for the compensation, a few months ago, your account suddenly increased by one billion. Was it given by him?”

Helena nodded, “Yes.”

Ryan opened his briefcase, took out a stack of documents, and handed them to her. “This is a divorce agreement drafted by my people. Take a look. If there are no objections, sign it.”

Helena took it, quickly scanning through the contents, which were similar to what she had in mind.

Flipping to the signature area, she picked up a pen from the desk and signed in triplicate.

She handed it to Ryan.

Ryan took it, carefully checked it, and when he confirmed it was correct, his sullen face turned from anger to a smile. “Uncle likes children like you who don’t entangle and don’t cause trouble. Considering that you took care of Willis personally for two years, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, give me a call. I’ll help you.”

Helena calmly replied, “No need. I’m engaged in artifact restoration, and you’re in business. They are completely different industries. There’s nothing you can help me with.”

Ryan’s face turned cold, and his eyes became disdainful and arrogant, a look that clearly said: you don’t know how to appreciate favors.

Helena smiled faintly, meeting his gaze with composure.

The old man, unable to finish the last stroke of the character “A,” sighed and put down the brush. He looked at Helena and said kindly, “Helena, even if you divorce Willis, you are still Grandpa and Grandma’s child. Come back often in the future. This will always be your home.”

Helena’s tense heart instantly melted.

Her eyes stung, and tears almost fell.

Her throat tightened as she said, “Thank you, Grandpa. I will definitely come to visit you and Grandma often.”

The old man raised his hand to cover his eyes, reclining in the grandmaster chair, and waved his hand toward her. In a hoarse voice, he said, “You two go out. I want some quiet time.”

“Okay, Grandpa.” Helena looked at him deeply, pushed the door, and walked out.

Hearing the door close, Willis stood up from the sofa.

With long strides, he came over, placing his left hand on Helena’s shoulder. He lowered his head to examine her expression, asking in a low voice, “Are you okay?”

Helena shook her head, forcing a smile at him, her big eyes moist.

The old lady also stood up from the sofa, watching Helena from afar. She wanted to smile but couldn’t manage it.