The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 125

Opening the door she hadn't touched in ages, Lavinia felt as though a lifetime had passed.

Stepping into the living room, however, she froze.

When she left, the floor had been covered in shattered glass. She hadn't bothered cleaning it up. To her surprise, the place was spotless now, as if the fight had never happened.

Garnett was sitting on the sofa, his long legs crossed. He held a document in one hand, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his gaze lingering on her for a long moment.

"When did you dye your hair?" he asked casually.

"A few days ago," Lavinia answered, continuing to walk further inside.

He didn't move from the couch. "Where have you been all this time?"

"Traveling with a friend."

"Who?"

"Yumi Sawyer."

He didn't pry any further.

Lavinia went straight to the guest room to pack. She was only taking the things she had brought with her before they got married.

It wasn't much—not even enough to fill a single suitcase. She had originally wanted to pack her books, but doing that with Garnett sitting right there would cause too much of a scene, so she gave up on the idea.

There were a few personal items left in the master bedroom. Walking in, she was about to grab them when her eyes landed on the document folder resting on the vanity.

Before running away, she had left the divorce papers and her wedding ring inside this very folder. Yet it seemed he hadn't noticed it at all. It was completely untouched.

Lavinia thought for a moment, shook the ring out of the paper envelope, and sealed the folder. She gathered her remaining things, returned to the guest room, and clicked her suitcase shut.

"Did you sign the family trust deed yet?"

Garnett was leaning casually against the doorframe, watching her from a distance.

His lips parted, and he spoke slowly. "My dad called me today. He wants to stop you from inheriting Grandma's trust."

Lavinia watched him in silence.

He continued, "Grandma practically raised me. After my mom passed away, my dad didn't care about me at all. It was Grandma who raised me and taught me everything. Since she wants you to inherit the last of her assets, I support it. I'll handle my dad."

Lavinia's lips curved into a faint smile as she met his gaze.

"I haven't even read the documents yet. We'll talk about it later. I don't really care about the money anyway."

Garnett was momentarily taken aback. Her smile was stunning, but something about the meaning behind it felt entirely different from before.

"We haven't been back to the family estate in two weeks. Grandma must miss you," he paused. "Maybe we could go back tonight?"

"Sure," Lavinia answered brightly.

She turned around, grabbed her suitcase handle, and said, "I just ran into the cleaning lady downstairs. Her daughter is moving to Blossom City for college, and she's been stressing out because she can't afford to buy her new clothes. She was worried her daughter would get bullied."