“You don't know, do you? But Maximilian has already recognized Benedict as his godson. He hasn't had a sexual life with you once in ten days and half a month, right? That's because he gave all his energy to me ah! You don't know, he's been tossing me around in different ways almost every day. The back staircase locker room in the hospital, the bottom of the desk in the late-night office and also the big bed you slept in right now.”
Kimberly covered her mouth and laughed. “If I were you, I would consciously leave him. After a while I was pregnant and he took the initiative to mention divorce to you. How embarrassing is it?”
I laughed and looked at the ceiling security camera. “If you like the dirty and smelly thatch, take it if you like, Kimberly.”
I handed the bag to Kimberly. It was full of papers containing the divorce papers and Vilhelmina's death certificate.
“What is this?” Kimberly propped open the bag and glanced at the contents. “You want to divorce Mr. Maximilian?”
I smiled noncommittally. “Anyway, you're going back to the hospital, right? So just give it to him for me by the way. And as for your developments, you don't have to tell me.”