She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 113

Sylvie tilted her head up, staring blankly at him.

Herbert had already started walking past her. When she didn't answer a single question, he stopped and looked back. "What's wrong? Why aren't you answering me? Where is Hulda?"

Sylvie's eyes flickered. Her hand, which had been halfway in her pocket to retrieve the divorce papers, slowly let them slide back out of sight. "She came to drop something off, and then she left."

She omitted the divorce completely.

Herbert didn't suspect a thing. He just frowned deeply. "Drop something off? What was it?"

Sylvie smiled and shook her head. "I don't know. That's her privacy. I didn't ask, and I didn't pry."

He nodded. He was just about to pull out his phone to ask Hulda what on earth she had brought over when Sylvie's voice, tinged with sadness, stopped him.

"I think she really just wanted an excuse to see you. She probably felt too proud to admit it, so she claimed she was returning something. Otherwise, she wouldn't have immediately asked if you were home the second I opened the door."

Herbert's hand paused over his phone.

Her logic made perfect sense. He couldn't fathom what could possibly be so urgent that Hulda would deliver it personally in the middle of the night.

*Hah. That woman. Still playing all these petty little mind games.*

So utterly exhausting.

Watching his expression shift, Sylvie pressed her advantage. "I told her right away that you weren't here, that the company was facing a massive crisis, and that you were under an immense amount of pressure. But she didn't believe me. She's so prejudiced against me... she probably thought I was lying just to keep you two apart. Only when she realized you truly weren't home did she pivot to the excuse of dropping something off."

To Herbert, this explanation was flawless.

"That woman..." He was practically vibrating with irritation, lacking the words to fully express his disdain for his wife.

Even Sylvie, a virtual outsider, knew to ache for him and accommodate his stress. Yet Hulda, his own wife, chose the moment he was drowning under professional pressure to wallow in petty jealousy and childish romantic grievances.

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