The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 244

Garnett's voice grew heavy and absolute. "I've made it clear to my father that Grandma's assets are hers to distribute as she pleases. Furthermore, you are my wife. What's yours is mine."

He paused, stepping closer. "Lavinia, you've spent some time in the corporate world now. You should understand that adults prioritize mutual benefit. We are a married couple. Even if the romance is gone, our interests are perfectly aligned. We should be a united front."

"A united front?" Lavinia stared at him in disbelief. "When my uncle was dying and I begged you for a single pill, where were you? You were watching fireworks on Marina Island with Sigrid. When I landed a job on my own merit, your only response was to force me to quit. And now you're trying to buy me off with corporate shares? I highly doubt you're doing this for 'family.' You call this a united front?"

Garnett's eyes darkened further, his jaw rigid. "Are you dead set on this divorce?"

"I am entirely dead set on this divorce." She looked away.

He stared at her, a stormy, violent ocean swirling in his gaze.

Lavinia knew he was furious. He was the kind of man whose surface remained terrifyingly calm even when a tempest was raging inside him.

She couldn't shake the feeling that he was acting bizarrely out of character today. As for the reason, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

After a prolonged, suffocating silence, Garnett let out a brief, humorless smile.

"Fine. Leave. But don't you dare regret this."

Lavinia didn't look at him again. She turned on her heel, walked out of the closet, through the master bedroom, down the hall, and straight to the front door.

There were no footsteps following her. She pulled the door open and stepped out.

The door clicked shut behind her with a soft, final thud.

Downstairs, the streetlights cast long, swaying shadows of the blooming orchid trees onto the pavement.

Lavinia stood at the entrance of the building, gripping her purse strap tightly, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

Her fingers were trembling—not from fear, but from sheer, blinding anger.

She stood there in the cool night air, waiting for her racing heart to calm down.

A figure emerged from the glow of the streetlights.

Charley walked into the living room, poured a glass of water, and set it on the coffee table.

"Garnett is terrified that if she actually has the baby, the kid will fight him for the estate. He's desperate for a legitimate heir right now. If Nestor gets a grandson, he'll be forced to allocate a massive chunk of his equity to the child, which would severely dilute whatever shares go to Zenia's new baby."

Lavinia sank onto the sofa, clutching the warm glass of water without taking a sip.

No wonder. No wonder his attitude had shifted so violently. No wonder he was suddenly dangling shares in her face to win her back.

His inheritance was under threat, and he urgently needed a tool to breed an heir.

Sigrid Sloan was useless to him right now. Even if she desperately wanted to get pregnant, the Harper family wouldn't let her through the door anytime soon, meaning the child would be considered illegitimate.

The entire performance he put on today was just a ploy to drag her back to play the dutiful incubator.

Lavinia trembled with rage.

Did that man have a heart at all?