Rohan scoffed. "Let me tell you something that will make you lose all hope: even if my sister were foolish enough to marry you, the Duncan family fortune would never have anything to do with you. Don’t forget, I am the rightful heir!"
Zavier’s face turned ashen, despair sinking into his eyes. Hyacinth didn’t say a word in his defense.
I studied him for a moment before speaking. "The wealthy don’t tolerate fools. No matter the social class, a man with no ability who tries to take shortcuts will always be a failure."
With that, I turned to the Duncan family. "This divorce is final."
Though they looked helpless, they could only take Hyacinth away for now.
I could see it; she didn’t want a divorce. But realizing her mistake now? It was far too late.
As for whether I would feel sad about it?
Years of emotions had long faded, and though a heavy weight pressed against my chest, I refused to let myself suffer.
After a night’s rest, I arrived at the company early the next morning.
An employee approached me and told me that Hyacinth had called a board meeting and that I should head to the conference room as soon as I arrived.
What was she up to now?