This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

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“I‘m going overseas to abort the child.” Sonia rubbed her belly as she responded to Carl with a blank

expression. “After what Tina tried to make Tim do to me, I‘m a little reluctant to have the surgery in the

country, so I decided to do it overseas. I had already obtained my visa a while ago, but I haven‘t had the

chance to do it as I was too busy. I‘m three months pregnant now, and I can‘t delay it any longer. It‘ll be

harder to get an abortion if I wait anymore.” That was only one of the reasons, of course. Sonia‘s other

reason was that she was afraid she would develop feelings for the baby. She was worried that she

wouldn‘t have the heart to remove the fetus once her motherly instincts kicked in.

Carl‘s pupils shrank a little after he heard what Sonia had to say. A hint of regret flashed in his eyes, but

it quickly disappeared as he lowered his gaze and forced himself to put on a kind smile. “I‘ll go with you,

then.”

“It‘s fine. Didn‘t you say that you have to attend a recording for some entertainment program the day

after your show at Norfolk? I’m going on a Saturday, so you wouldn‘t have time to go with me. You

should focus on your work. Charles will be with me.” Sonia patted Carl‘s shoulder.

Carl feigned disappointment by letting out a long sigh. “Okay then.” Sonia giggled when she saw the look

on his face–he looked like a child who couldn‘t get his favorite candy. She then pulled her drawer open to

make him a cup of peppermint tea. “Don‘t get all pouty. Drink this. It‘s your favorite drink.”

When Carl saw the fresh–smelling peppermint tea in front of him, his gaze dimmed for a second before

he spread his lips into a smile. “Thanks, Sonia. You know me the best.” He devoured the tea with a

pleasant look on his face. However, he was the only one who knew how unhappy he was at that

moment–he hated drinking peppermint tea. The one who likes peppermint tea is Toby, not me! But I can‘t

tell Sonia any of this. / can‘t even imagine how she‘d react if she found out that I‘m mimicking Toby. It‘ll

probably change her impression of me. I‘d lose my mind if she ever perceived me as some freak!

After finishing the peppermint tea in his cup, Carl excused himself from the office. Sonia intended to send

him out, but he stopped her from doing so. Once he walked out of her office and shut the door behind

him, the smile on his face graduall faded and was replaced by an icy, heartless expression.

He walked to the elevator and pressed on the button to go down before he stepped to the side, where

there was a potted bonsai plant. He bent forward, opened his mouth and stuck a finger down his throat.

The same blank and emotionless expression remained on his face even as he made himself gag. He

threw up all of the peppermint tea that he had just ingested.

After letting all of it out, he finally heaved a sigh as he straightened his back and pulled a handkerchief

out of his pocket. He was about to wipe his lips when he heard a female voice from behind him. “You just

came out of President Reed‘s office, right? How would President Reed feel if she found out that you just

vomited all of the drinks you had in her office?” the woman uttered in a spiteful tone.

Carl‘s facial muscles twitched a little as he immediately turned around to give the woman a threatening

glare. The woman

appeared shocked for a moment, but she quickly calmed herself down before letting out a whistle. “Yo,

you scared me with that glare! This is the real you, isn‘t it?” she said with a

laugh

“I‘ll break your neck if you tell Sonia anything.” Carl tightened his grip on his handkerchief as he hissed at

the woman.

Rebecca twirled her hair playfully. “I’m terrified” she uttered sarcastically. The corner of Carl‘s lips

twitched in annoyance. Terror? I‘ve never seen a hint of terror in this woman‘s eyes. Well, she‘s

someone who has ended human lives with her own hands, so she‘s probably not afraid of my threats.

At that moment, Carl felt rather frustrated. He wasn‘t in the mood to fool around with her, so he turned to

walk toward the

elevator.

“Hold on.” Rebecca grabbed his arm. “I can promise not to tell President Reed anything, but I want a few

strands of your hair.”

“No way!” Carl squinted as he instantly rejected her request.

She laughed. “I‘ll tell Sonia about it, then.”

“Do what you want” He shot her a scornful glare. “Even if you did so, I can just tell her that I vomited

because I wasn‘t feeling well. We‘ll see who she trusts more–you or me.”

“But..” Rebecca was speechless for a moment. Of course Sonia would trust him more. He met Sonia before I did.

“Fine. Let‘s just say that I miscalculated my acts this time. But I‘ll still make sure to get some of your

hair.” Rebecca stopped fooling around and spoke in a more serious tone. “You‘ve already rejected me

twice. Even if one didn‘t believe that their birth father had another partner, one would generally feel

curious and would agree to run tests and get evidence. However, judging by how insistent you are, I

can‘t help but feel like you‘re avoiding something.”

“Is that so? What would I be avoiding?” Carl clenched his fists.

The corner of Rebecca‘s lips curled upward when she noticed his subtle action. “You‘re trying to avoid

the truth–that you aren‘t actually Ronald‘s son. You know that you‘re Gordon‘s son, don‘t you?”