After returning to her room, Ivy originally planned to call Henry Sullivan, but it was already very late, and... she felt calling now would only make things even more unclear.
After thinking it over, she lay down and hugged her daughter White Rice to sleep.
The next day, she personally delivered the divorce agreent to the company.
She didn’t go upstairs; she directly handed the manila envelope to the staff downstairs.
The staff downstairs sent the docunt upstairs to Nathan Rhodes.
Nathan opened it and saw it was a divorce agreent, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
She got up and imdiately went to Damian Sullivan’s office.
That man didn’t co ho after leaving last night; it was just as well, today they needed to talk about this.
When she saw Damian Sullivan, he ignored her.
She walked up and tossed the divorce agreent she had received onto the table.
"Take a look, Ivy sent it up, and it was all of her own accord.
See, she voluntarily agreed to leave without a penny, leaving the child to them. When you go ho today, help persuade Henry to sign at the top."
Damian Sullivan picked up the divorce agreent, glanced at it, and then directly threw it back at her face.
"Nathan, you know if you push things too far, there’ll be consequences."
"Damian, you’d better clarify the situation for . Right now, that Ivy woman has nothing towards your son besides so feelings.
If they keep going like this, what happens to the company when we’re gone?
As his father, shouldn’t you co up with a long-term plan for him?"
"The kid lives well enough on his own, why should we interfere?
You’re just not getting it, no matter how many tis I tell you.
I’m telling you, I’m not making Henry sign this docunt. If you want him to sign it, you do it.
But don’t bla for not warning you; if you end up tornting Henry to death this ti, I’ll never forgive you for the rest of my life.
By the way, after thinking it over carefully last night, with our marriage reaching this point, it’s ti to end it.
I’ve already asked the lawyer to draft a divorce agreent, and we’ll divide the assets fairly. I’ll convert my assets into cash, withdraw from the company, and start over.
From now on, take care of yourself."
Nathan overturned his docunts on the table, furious: "Damian Sullivan, you’re not human."
"In Ivy’s family’s eyes, Henry Sullivan isn’t human either, all because he has a mother like you."
Damian Sullivan pointed to the office door: "Now please leave; I don’t want to see you."
Nathan gritted her teeth, let out a cold snort, and turned to leave.
That evening she returned ho to find Henry Sullivan had spent another day drinking. When she opened the door, bottles were rolling around everywhere in the room.
She went up to him and pulled Henry Sullivan up: "Henry Sullivan, what exactly are you doing? Do you really plan on drinking yourself to death?"
"If I die, my mom will be happy," Henry’s eyes were vacant, but he was still stupidly smiling.
Nathan gritted her teeth: "Henry, you..."
Seeing him this drunk, Nathan had a thought, pulled out the divorce agreent from her bag, and flipped directly to the last page: "Co on, Henry, sign here. Once you do, we won’t be mother and son anymore, and your mom will never interfere in your affairs again."
Henry looked down, and although the words were dancing in front of his eyes, he saw Ivy’s signature on them.
He grabbed the docunt, flipped back to the first page to look, the divorce agreent.
He directly threw the divorce agreent at Nathan: "You want to divorce Ivy? It’ll have to wait until I’m dead for you to pull it off."
With that, he staggered downstairs, and Nathan followed him down, but he shook her off.
Henry Sullivan was back within twenty minutes, holding a woman in his arms.
That woman was dressed outrageously, her makeup was extrely garish, clearly not soone from a decent family.
Henry Sullivan patted the woman’s face: "Co, say hi to Auntie, this is my mom, my biological mother."
"Hello Auntie."
Nathan clenched her fists: "Henry Sullivan, where did you find this shaless woman."
"As long as it’s not Ivy, why do you care so much? There are plenty of them in the shops outside, a few thousand bucks can buy you a night."
With that, he took the woman upstairs.
Nathan looked back, heart pounding in fear. What on earth had happened to this child; he’d never been like this before.
She followed them upstairs, only to find the door already locked, with moans coming from inside.
Nathan hurried back downstairs to call Damian Sullivan, but he wouldn’t pick up.
Inside Henry Sullivan’s room, he sat alone on the windowsill, staring out while the woman sat on the bed, bouncing and making the bed creak and occasionally letting out those kinds of sounds.
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