Divorce Time

After making up his mind, Jovian no longer hesitated. He instructed the driver to make a U-turn and head straight to the meeting place.

The meeting location was in a restaurant not far from the castle. It was only a ten-minute drive from where they had turned back.

When Jovian and Boston walked inside, they found the place nearly empty. There were no guests in sight, just a few receptionists. It looked like the restaurant had been cleared out just for them.

“Sir, please follow me. Sir Prescott is waiting for you upstairs,” the restaurant owner personally greeted them and led them to a private room on the second floor.

Warrick, Huxley, and Percival were leisurely drinking tea inside the room. The three chatted and laughed, but their conversation stopped the moment Jovian and Boston entered. All three turned their attention to Jovian.

They were quite curious about him. He had been privately invited by Austin and even stayed for dinner at the castle. It was a privilege none of them had ever received. However, upon seeing Jovian in person, the three were somewhat disappointed.

Jovian was of average height and had an unremarkable appearance-nothing about him stood out at first glance. But there was something about the way he carried himself. Back straight, shoulders squared -he looked like a man who didn’t bow to pressure.

“You’re here. Sit down,” Warrick said dryly as he gave Jovian a once-over.

He didn’t stand or offer a greeting. Instead, he remained seated with an air of complete indifference. It felt less like a dinner invitation and more like a superior addressing a subordinate. He gave off an air of cool detachment.

Huxley and Percival wore similar expressions, like Jovian wasn’t worth acknowledging. It seemed like they were purposely trying to show who was in charge.

Boston noticed the power play and frowned slightly, but he didn’t dare voice his frustration. Instead, he forced a smile and tried to ease the tension in the room.

“Sir Prescott, this is the third son of the Ballard family, Jovian Ballard. As soon as he heard you wanted to meet for a midnight snack, he rushed over without hesitation,” Boston said, trying to smooth things over.

He subtly hinted that Jovian had come to honor their invitation, so it would only be polite for them to return the favor with a little courtesy.

“Okay. This doesn’t concern you anymore. You can leave now.” Warrick waved him off like he was nothing more than an annoyance.

A low-ranking assistant general with no power or influence had no place in their conversation.

“Sir Prescott, this…” Boston glanced around and looked uneasy.

It was one thing to talk in public, but being shut out behind closed doors was another matter entirely. Without him accompanying Jovian, there was no telling if the latter could handle the three “old foxes”.

If anything went wrong, Boston would have to answer for it-not just to the Ballard family, but also to Austin.

“What’s wrong? My orders don’t count anymore? Do I need to repeat myself?” Warrick shot him a cold, impatient look.

“Since when did a mere assistant general get so arrogant that he think he can defy Mr. Prescott’s orders? Do you have a death wish?” Percival suddenly chimed in.

“Boston, you can wait outside. I’ll talk to these gentlemen. With their status, I’m sure they won’t make things difficult for me,” Jovian said with a smile.

reluctantly. “Okay. I’ll

alert. The two had already agreed that they would immediately notify Austin for help if

the atmosphere became more tense. But Jovian seemed unfazed and sat

demeanor

nine at night when Charlene Ross landed at

as she turned on her phone, it lit up with a barrage of birthday

smile faded

the villa, it was

upon seeing her. “Mrs.

are Thorne and

and Miss Minnie is up in her room, playing”

her daughter, cozy in pajamas, totally wrapped up in whatever she

“Minnie?”

Then, she quickly turned

in a hug, only to be pushed

since Charlene last saw Jasmine, and no amount of

Charlene didn’t want to dampen her

for Ms. Hawkins‘ birthday next week. Dad and I picked these shells and polished them

a lump in her throat, but Jasmine excitedly continued before she could speak, “Dad

Hawkins. Tomorrow-”

in her chest and couldn’t hold back. “Minnie… do you know what today is?”

What?” Jasmine glanced up briefly before making her necklace again, “Mom, please, I mixed up the order of

moment. Seeing Jasmine not even bothering to look up, she left the

“Mrs. Henderson, I called Mr. Henderson earlier. He said he’s tied up tonight and asked you to rest.”

“I understand.”

words, Charlene dialed

before he answered, his voice distant. “I’m still busy. Let’s talk

It was Vesta Hawkins‘ voice in

on the

“It’s nothing.”

could get a word in,

been months since they last saw each other. Charlene had made the trip to Goldland, but he couldn’t manage to come home or even stay on the phone

and impatient like that, and she had

patiently asking where he was and if he could come home. But perhaps too weary, she couldn’t muster the energy to do

after some thought. With the time difference between Goldland and back home, it was still her birthday in Goldland.