"Just now, Griffith Squire's lawyer assisted Miss Delphine in filing for divorce in court," Arthur White said, holding his breath.
The tall man's body suddenly stiffened, then he leaned back in the rear seat, pressing his aching temple with his hand. That piercing headache, sharp as a drill, flared up again as if it wanted to burrow into his brain.
Earlier, he coldly and domineeringly told Jocelyn Yeager that the butcher's knife of the South Sea family had always been in his hand, and yet his knife was no less in someone else's hand.
Divorce? This is indeed something Delphine could do. This marriage had long been coerced by him. He wasn't good to her—either forcing or deceiving her. How could she not know when she's so intelligent; she just chose to say nothing.
Yet he favored this silence, the seemingly indifferent demeanor of hers that was actually gentle and calm.
