Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 479 I Am Not Ainsley

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Daniel silently pushed Irene away and let her sit on the sofa. He said coldly, “Irene, wake up. The Wade Group is

going to go bankrupt.”

With the Internet, the things that the Wade family had done had already been spread around. People had a sense

of justice somehow, especially in situations where the law didn’t work. They were willing to use unusual means to

maintain justice in their minds.

So, the Wade Group was doomed.

There was no way to save the Wade Group, unless those people could live.

But it was clear that those people couldn’t be alive. Their bodies had already merged with the abandoned factory,

and their souls would be trapped there forever.

Their grievances could not be upheld, and the hatred people had for the Wade Group increased due to the fact that

many people died miserably.

“I don’t believe it! Why should the Wade Group go bankrupt? I didn’t do anything wrong!” Irene cried.

She wiped her tears, and the cold wind sobered her up. She looked at Daniel tentatively. “Daniel, are you giving

up?”

If Daniel also gave up on her, the Wade Group would announce bankruptcy in two weeks. Irene knew that Daniel

had been paying for the Wade Group’s losses these days.

Daniel stood up from the sofa and looked down at her. There was no warmth in his indifferent eyes.

“Irene, don’t forget that our cooperation was built on the basis of mutual victory. You saw what happened later. I

lost a lot. Even though our relationship is close, I am a businessman after all. Only interest matters to me.”

Daniel’s words burst Irene’s bubble. He wouldn’t support the Wade Group.

“But we…”

“There is no but, Irene, don’t forget what you said.”

Irene was stunned. Of course, she would not forget.

“I have expected this because I am not Ainsley.” Irene bit her lip.

Daniel did not refute.

Irene stood up against the wall and slowly walked out.

Irene was in a daze as she walked. Brady was still in a coma. If she couldn’t save the Wade Group, what should she

do when Brady woke up? Suddenly, she thought of Theodore!

This morning, Ainsley’s belly hurt so much that she didn’t get up. She immediately asked the school for a leave but

forgot to tell Manuel.

Manuel waited downstairs early in the morning. He waited for almost hall an hour before he called her.

“Aisy? Why haven’t you come down yet?”

Hearing Manuel’s voice, Ainsley realized that she had forgotten about him. She said, “I’m sorry. I called in ***from

school and forgot to tell you.”

****?

Manuel immediately asked. “Are you ****?”

“Not actually.” Ainsley was embarrassed to say the reason.

“What’s wrong? Tell me now. Otherwise, the family doctor will go over and take a look later.” Manuel’s tone was

very urgent.

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“Mr. Gage, you can go back.” Ainsley hung up the phone and fell asleep again.

Manuel was so worried that he immediately pressed the doorbell of the Easton’s home.

The person who opened the door was Jillian, the servant of the Easton family.

Manuel asked, “Where is Aisy?”

“She is still resting. She is not feeling well today.” Jillian pointed upstairs.

“What’s wrong with Aisy?”

Jillian snickered. “She’s fine. She just has an upset stomach.”

Manuel suddenly understood. He remembered what the doctor had said when he took Ainsley to the hospital.

Manuel went upstairs and pushed open the door. Ainsley was lying on the bed. She seemed to be still asleep.

However, her eyebrows were tightly locked, which showed that she was not sleeping peacefully.

Manuel went downstairs. “I need to use the kitchen.”

“Okay.”

Two hours later, Ainsley finally woke up.

Jillian brought a bowl of soup to her. “The soup has been cooked for two hours. Have a try.

“How is it? Does it taste good?” Jillian asked with anticipation.

“Wasn’t this cooked by you?” Ainsley looked at Jillian in confusion.

“No, it was Mr. Gage who cooked it.” Jillian looked at Ainsley meaningfully.

“He’s here?” Ainsley was shocked.

Jillian nodded. “Hearing that you had a stomachache, he immediately went into the kitchen to cook for an hour.

After that, someone called him and he left.”

Ainsley stirred the soup in the bowl and felt more touched.

This was not the first time he had cooked this soup when she was not feeling well. Previously, she needed to have

bitter herbal tea, so he would cook a bowl of sweet soup for her.

She was moved, and her frozen heart seemed to waver.

Fog Isle Hotel.

“Where is the guest in Room 1128?” Irene asked anxiously.

The receptionist said gently, “Miss, the guest in Room 1128 has already checked out.”

She looked at Irene and asked tentatively, “Are you Ms. Wade?”

“Yes, I am.”

The receptionist handed her a letter. “This is left to you by the gentleman in Room 1128. He asked me to give it to

you if you come and to forget about it if you don’t come.”

Irene tore open the envelope and finally saw the letter.

“Irene, when you see this letter, I will have been back. I crossed an ocean to help you. But unfortunately, you have

changed. You are not the person I know. I am very disappointed, but I have to admit that I like you more than I

imagined. I even want to ignore everything you have gone through to take care of you. I am sorry. I broke my

promise.”

Seeing the last sentence, Irene lore the letter and threw it away.

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There was no need to keep useless things and people.

The next day, Irene went to the company to arrange everything.

At night, Manuel sent Ainsley home. The fog covered the moon, as if something big would happen.

As soon as Ainsley arrived home, she received a call.

She took off her bag and hung it on the clothes rack at the door. She flexed her neck and took out her phone,

looking slightly tired.

The call was from an unfamiliar number.

Usually, Ainsley would hang up directly, but somehow, she pressed the answer button with a shake of her hand.

Maybe she was too tired today.

“Hello, may I ask if you are Ainsley Easton?” a young man asked politely.

Ainsley lowered her long eyelashes and casually leaned against the door. Her voice was calm. “Yes, who are you?

What’s the matter?”

The conversation sounded normal. The man said, “Ms. Easton, I’m sorry to disturb you so late. May I ask if you

know Matteo Easton?”

Ainsley frowned and became serious. “What happened to him?”

She waited for more than ten seconds, but there was no reply.

Ainsley frowned even more and asked patiently, “Are you still there? I can’t hear you.”

There was a response this time, but the voice had changed. It sounded like a serious elite. Every word he said was

meticulous. “Ms. Easton, I am Nathen Kirby. Mr. Easton is at Martini Bar. He was drunk, and I can’t persuade him to

leave no matter how much I try. Do you have time to come here now?”