After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1075 Daddy Has a Second Wife but Mommy Doesn't Anthony didn't lift his eyelashes, appearing unusually calm as he casually explained, "She has something important to attend to and needs to get off nearby. Be understanding and don't bother her." Mavis could only follow along, "Yes, there's something urgent | need to take care of. | will accompany you next time, okay?" Alistair pouted and shook his head in confusion.

"It's so late. What could you possibly have to do? Are you getting tired of me?" "How could that be..." Mavis lovingly held Alistair's face in her hands and explained carefully, "I'll never tire of you. Tonight is just a special circumstance where | got the chance to see you at Lyre Spiti and spend stwith you. You're such a good boy. Make sure you listen well to your great-grandmother and aunt at home." "l understand," Alistair obediently nodded while holding onto her hand tightly. "Mommy, | don't want you to go~" The soft voice made Mavis feel uneasy as tears welled up in her eyes; she wished she could spend every moment with her son.

Beside them, Anthony lowered his gaze while absentmindedly fiddling with his expensive watch without expression before reminding them coldly, "We should go now." He was urging Mavis out of the car.

Without saying anything more, Mavis glared at the man who spoke so heartlessly before opening the car door and leaving.

"Mommy!" Alistair's shout was drowned out by the wind as he tried opening the window again for one last look but had it blocked by Anthony pressing down on it firmly.

"Why did you stopfrom talking more with Mommy?" Anthony held onto his small hand firmly before placing it back into its original position, "It's tfor us to go home." Although young in age, it didn't mean he couldn't understand anything at all.

Alistair looked up confusedly towards Anthony, "Why do | feel like you're malicious towards Mommy? Why would you do this? Real men should protect women. How can you bully her!" Anthony felt an unnamed anger brewing inside him, but restrained himself from lashing out, "I'm not bullying her. It has been five years since we last saw each other. My temper has improved significantly since then. You should ask what she has done during these past few years." He believed that he had already shown enough magnanimity when she worked together with Lyra and Malcolm on her fake death scheme, which deceived him for so many years.

Alistair muttered under his breath, "But what did Mommy do wrong again? Aren't girls supposed be treated gently like princesses? Daddy, you aren't patient or gentle enough towards Mommy. if | were Mommy, | would want to leave you!" Anthony frowned deeply upon hearing this comment while looking very serious indeed Alistair noticed it and immediately becnervous. He quietly shifted his small buttocks to the side, keeping a safe distance from his angry father.

But Anthony did not act impulsively on his son, but asked, beating about the bush, "Alistair, if you mother really wants to leavein the future, and she finds you a stepfather, will you be willing to follow her?" "Impossible!" The little one was so excited that he almost jumped up to refute it.

"Mommy won't find a stepfather for me, and | trust her!" Anthony sneered, "I mean if, hypothetically speaking, such a situation were to occur." The little one still shook his head stubbornly, "Daddy, you may find a stepmother for me, but Mommy can't find a stepfather!" Anthony was both angry and felt it was ridiculous, "How can it be impossible? You've only been with her for a short time. Do you really understand her personality?" "Mommy doesn't and she just won't!" "Do you remember that Moore from abroad who was mentioned last time?" In the front row, the driver listened with a sense of fear and quietly glanced at the father and son through the rearview mirror, not daring to even take a breath.

Alistair had an impression of Moore.

"Of course | remember. He is Mommy's friend. Mommy also said that he's very interesting and wantsto meet him in the future." Anthony said, "She said they're just friends. Do you believe her?" "I believe in her! Mommy will never deceive me!" Anthony was almost laughed at by his son's simple logic, then he turned his face to the window and said no more.

The little one continued stubbornly, "Although | don't spend much twith Mommy, there have been several times when she promised something toand she always kept her word. Even if there were difficulties in between, she would do everything possible not to break her promise to me. Since she said that she's just friends with Uncle Moore, | believe her." "But Daddy, can you tellwhat your relationship with Aunt Bryleigh was before? Were you just friends or was she your ex- girlfriend? When you promisedto keep a distance from her, did you really do it? Did you never see her again afterwards?" Anthony's brow furrowed deeper. "I say one thing and you have to say ten, even trying to educate me." Alistair hung his head dejectedly and said, "How can | educate you? It's an adult matter. Children should stay out of it. Daddy, you have already toldso many times. | understand." Mavis respected him and appreciated him. In Mavis' eyes, he was a great and intelligent child.

But in Anthony's eyes, there was only criticism for him.

This idea had been bothering him for a very long time. He tried hard, but it seemed like he could never meet his father's expectations. This feeling made him feel defeated.

Feeling down, little Alistair scooted over to where Mavis was sitting earlier and hugged the small pillow that still held her warmth.

Anthony noticed his son's change in mood and gently rubbed his short hair while speaking in a softer tone, "Are you tired from playing tonight? You should rest well tonight. We can reschedule your taekwondo class for the day after tomorrow, but you still have to do your piano lessons and math homework." Alistair knew that Anthony was trying to change the subject, but he didn't want to talk about it.

He hummed twice and covered his head with the small pillow so that Anthony couldn't pat him on the head anymore.

Anthony didn't force it and turned back to look out of the car window again, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Mavis finally got into a taxi.

Lyre Spiti's mansion was too big; it was built on flat land near the suburbs where there were very few cars passing by making it difficult to hail a taxi.

As she headed back alone towards her apartment building, she becmore determined than ever before about getting divorced from Anthony.

But originally he promised her that he would announce publicly that she was alive as soon as possible; now things had changed without any progress being made at all.

She couldn't just sit around waiting for something to happen.

This matter needed attention; everyone needed to know Mrs. Callahan was alive but their marriage had fallen apart due to irreconcilable differences. She needed public opinion pressure so strong even someone like him who valued profit above all else wouldn't be able resist divorce proceedings.

Perhaps she should contact someone suitable and start working on their previous agreement together.

After being left stranded on the road in cold wind for stnow, Mavis' thoughts were clear.

She found Bryleigh's phone number which they exchanged during their last meeting from her phone contacts list then called her up as planned before.