After divorce I am a billionaire

The landlady smiled kindly, "In the whole of Suham, how many Mr. Callahans are there? With that kind of wealth, who else can afford to buy an entire apartment building in the city center?" "But speaking of which, Mr. Callahan and his wife have such a good relationship that he gave away an entire set of apartments as a gift to her." Mavis's face under her mask turned pale inch by inch.

Mr. Callahan, Ms. Parker...

Anthony bought the small apartment she used to live in and put it under her name? When did he buy it? Although this house was now hers, she obviously cannot live here.

The landlady was still looking for Anthony's phone number when Mavis quickly stopped her, "Don't need to make a call anymore.

I'm not renting this house." "Don't be in such a hurry, young lady. I'll be able to contact Mr. Callahan soon enough. Old people likearen't very useful anymore and my eyesight isn't great either, so don't worry about me." Before Mavis could say anything else, the landlady had already found the phone number and dialed it on speakerphone.

"Hello?" A magnetic and deep voice cthrough with a familiar feeling that made Mavis clench her fists tightly.

"Mr. Callahan! There's a young lady looking to rent an apartment today - unit 16-3 - will you rent it?" The landlady asked.

The man on the other end was silent for several seconds before asking, "Which young lady?" "Just..." The landlady hesitated before turning back around, "What's your last nagain? Hey? Where did you go?" The hallway was empty with no sign of Mavis anywhere.

The landlady had no choice but to tell him honestly, "She left; she probably won't rent anymore so sorry for bothering you, Mr.

Callahan." He hung up quickly but the incident didn't bother the landlady too much as she continued upstairs to embroider flowers without another thought about it.

After two minutes or so, Mavis had already returned back into her car.

Her emotions were surging inside; unable to calm down even after all these years.

Silent reminders kept telling her that no matter how many years passed, she would never be able to listen calmly or look at Anthony's face without nervousness or shortness of breath.

Back then when she almost died giving birth alone while Anthony went off searching for Jaqueline instead...

For this kind of man, she should have been dead inside long ago.

She slumped over onto steering wheel, burying her head into arms, fingers pinching until they turned pale, digesting all those past pains, the despair from day after day...

She didn't know how long passed before falling asleep.

Honking horns behind woke her up suddenly, and looking through rearview mirror, she saw cars waiting impatiently behind hers.

It was a black Rolls-Royce, a top-of-the-line luxury car, and the license plate belonged to Anthony. Mavis's breath caught in her throat as she instinctively tried to hide.

"Honk honk!" The Rolls-Royce continued to honk, and the driver seemed impatient.

Mavis had to be rational. She quickly looked around and saw that both sides of this narrow street were filled with parked cars. Her car could only be parked on the main road at that time, blocking the way for the car behind her.

Anthony's driver was probably urging her to move out of the way so they could pass through. It had nothing to do with Anthony catching her...

She calmed down and started up her car while giving way for Anthony's luxury vehicle behind her. As soon as she moved aside, his car turned onto another street and stopped in front of the apartment building.

Anthony cin a hurry; he didn't even bother about what happened earlier when the path was blocked by Mavis' car. He quickly got out of his vehicle and went upstairs.

He found the landlady directly asking, "Do you remember what that woman who rented your place looks like?" The old lady thought carefully before answering, "She wore a mask and sunglasses so | couldn't see her face clearly but from what | heard, she sounded young, tall with black clothes." This wasn't very useful information but Anthony asked seriously anyway, "Did you see what color hair she has?" The old lady couldn't remember such details clearly; all she remembered was that it was dark - either hair or hat - but it seemed like everyone from Crana had black hair anyway? Anthony didn't say anything else; he just turned around and walked away.

The old apartment building did not have any surveillance cameras installed, so if the woman who rented his place really did have black hair, then maybe he overthought things too much...

Mavis checked into a hotel near Alistair's kindergarten after leaving hospital.

When Alistair was discharged from hospital, he will return back his normal life again where Mavis can watch him every day near kindergarten.

Her phone beeped indicating new message notification: [Is everything okay with your child? Don't worry about work matters - I've got everything under control.-Moore] Upon seeing this message Mavis felt warm inside.

[Thank you] She replied back before making herself scoffee while planning tomorrow's schedule.

Today she almost ended badly when Anthony nearly discovered her at hospital - he might becsuspicious now or even hire bodyguards making it difficult for Mavis get close again...

She needed to think of something fast! At night-tthere was silence throughout the hospital except for Paloma reading bedtstories aloud, while Alistair hugged tightly onto his panda, whispering softly, "Great-grandma today... saw Mommy." Paloma smiled even more lovingly as she tucked Alistair in, "Sleep tight, my little Alistair. You'll be able to see your mommy again when you fall asleep." Paloma didn't understand and thought Alistair meant he saw Mavis in his dreams.

"Poor Alistair," Paloma sighed sadly to herself, "Grow up quickly and be healthy and happy for a lifetime." She stayed by his bedside until he fell asleep.

The next day, Alistair woke up early because he remembered that Mommy said she would cvisit him again today. He was very excited as soon as he opened his eyes.

But Paloma had no idea what made him so happy.

Half an hour later, Anthony rushed to the hospital and received a call from Chad just as he got out of the car.

"We followed those kidnappers and found something about Sheldon Alford, the leader of that underground organization. Do you want to cconfirm the evidence?" This was urgent business.

"I'm on my way," Anthony replied before instructing his driver, "In this box are corn porridge, corn buns and peeled boiled shrimp; take them into the ward and say they were made by our family chef." The driver didn't understand why Anthony wouldn't tell Alistair what he had done for him these past few days since it was obvious how much love there was between father and son? But without further ado or questions asked, he bowed respectfully at Anthony before carrying the food box into the elevator at once upon arriving at hospital premises.

Anthony got behind the wheel and drove himself to NIB.

Meanwhile, Mavis sat in her car watching as Anthony's luxury car left underground parking lot of hospital premises before quietly changing into her nurse uniform after yesterday's events unfolded.

However, after yesterday's incident, Anthony really did arrange six bodyguards from the Callahan family guarding outside their son's ward like a fortress wall- any slight movement or sound could easily draw attention from them.

What should she do now? Break her promise with her son? Just when she felt helpless, Lyra sent her a message like timely rain pouring down on parched land...