C6 Sign divorce papers

As soon as Reginald entered the foyer, he caught a whiff of food.

Immediately, he frowned, "What's that smell?"

The living room was lit, as was the kitchen. Was there someone at home? How could it be possible? Had they been robbed?

Impossible. Even if thieves dared, stealing things was one thing, but cooking a meal?

Considering the top-notch security at the Gold Coast, even mice from next door would have to reconsider before sneaking in.

"Who?!"

Reginald's handsome face darkened. He barked, "Whoever you are, get out now!"

"Coming!"

At the sound, Jisoo responded, jogging out and standing before him, hands clasped in front.

She spoke gently, "You're back."

Instantly, Reginald froze.

The girl in front of him, tall and graceful, albeit a bit too thin, was undeniably beautiful. Her particularly expressive large eyes almost occupied half of her face.

He didn't recognize her.

However, there was an intense sense of familiarity.

Despite this, Reginald's expression didn't improve. He didn't like the idea of his space being invaded, for whatever reason.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

Jisoo chuckled softly. He indeed didn't recognize her.

She pressed her lips together and spoke in a calm tone, "I'm Jisoo."

"Uh..."

Reginald subconsciously nodded slightly but was suddenly taken aback. Who was she again? Jisoo?

Oh, right.

It clicked.

He remembered.

He knew about Grandma bringing Jisoo back. She even called him early this morning. He had agreed at the time but got busy and forgot.

Reginald squinted, appraising Jisoo.

She was different from before, shedding the naivety of a young girl. Upon closer inspection, there was a faint resemblance to her former self, now adorned with a woman's charm.

She was, if anything, even more beautiful than before.

Hmph.

He let out a soft, disdainful laugh. So what if she became more attractive?

External allure couldn't mask the internal flaws of her character!

As soon as she returned, it was time to put an end to something that had been dragging on for nearly four years.

"Wait here for a moment; I'll be right down," Reginald said coolly, giving her a disdainful glance before heading upstairs.

"Okay," Jisoo nodded, watching him walk away. She stayed where she was, quiet and composed, thanks to his words.

After a short while, Reginald returned.

He sat on the couch, gesturing casually to the opposite side. "Sit."

"Sure."

The two faced each other, and Reginald opened a folder, placing it in front of Jisoo. "Take a look. If there are no issues, sign it."

What was this?

Jisoo looked up, and in bold black letters, it read — Divorce Agreement.

"This matter should have been dealt with four years ago," Reginald said indifferently. "But Grandma disagreed, and I had to follow her wishes. Now..."

Jisoo raised her gaze. "Grandma agreed?"

Reginald hesitated for a moment, his pupils contracting slightly, and then he admitted, "No."

Grandma was too stubborn. Even after four years, she refused to let go. Bringing Jisoo back this time, they still hoped they could make it work.

How was that possible?

So, he had long been prepared.

"But I don't like you. You know that. This marriage was a mistake from the beginning. It's been almost four years, and it's time to end it."

Jisoo listened silently, without saying a word.

Thinking she disagreed, Reginald furrowed his brow. "If you don't agree, I'll file for divorce. We've been living separately for over two years, and if I file, it will definitely be granted."

"No need for that."

Before he could finish, Jisoo spoke softly, interrupting him. "I agree to the divorce."

"You agree?" Reginald was slightly surprised.

"Yes," Jisoo nodded again. "I agree."

This took Reginald by surprise. He thought it would take some effort to deal with Jisoo's infatuation.

Unexpectedly, it went so smoothly.

But for him, it was a good thing.

After a brief shock, Reginald raised an eyebrow. "In that case, go ahead and sign."

"Sure."

He handed her the pen.

After carefully reading the agreement, Jisoo shook her head.

"I don't want the house and money. I was raised by Grandma, and I already owe the Worthington family enough."

"Don't want them?" Reginald found it amusing. "You stepped into the Worthington family at the age of fifteen and have been living off them until now."

Including all the expenses for her studies and life abroad in recent years.

"And you don't have the ability to support yourself. How will you live in the future?"

At his words, Jisoo shivered, a chill rising from her heart. She clenched her hands silently, not arguing.

"Could it be..."

Reginald squinted, speculating. "You're refusing them, thinking that you won't be able to survive and will come back to bother me?"

"I'm not." Jisoo denied with determination.

"In that case." Reginald smiled nonchalantly. "Go ahead and sign the papers."

"Alright, I'll sign."

Jisoo smiled faintly, tightly gripping the pen and signing her name on both copies.

Finally, Reginald felt relieved.

"When I arrange a suitable time with the Civil Affairs Bureau, I'll inform you."

"Okay," Jisoo nodded, without objections.

After taking the agreement, Reginald looked at Jisoo seriously for the first time.

"Grandma is about to undergo surgery. Until she recovers, we should keep the divorce a secret from her. Grandma has taken care of you all this time; can you cooperate?"

Jisoo was surprised. He no longer wanted her, yet he wanted her to act in this play with him?

"Don't worry," Reginald raised his lips slightly. "I won't let you suffer. After everything is settled between us, I'll give you some extra money as compensation."

Hmph.

Jisoo emitted a barely audible cold laugh, nodding. "Alright, I understand."

"Good."

With everything done, Reginald stood up. "We might need to meet during this period. I'll be in the master bedroom, as for you..."

Pausing for a moment, he continued, "Pick a room downstairs; clean it up yourself."

With that said, he turned and went upstairs.

Staring at his retreating figure, Jisoo stood still for a moment, her lips curved into a wry smile.

He asked her to pick a room downstairs?

It should be noted that the rooms downstairs were all servant quarters. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a servant.

Jisoo blinked her eyes, dryness evident in her gaze, without shedding a tear.

After taking a few shallow deep breaths, she turned back to the dining room.

On the dining table, the noodles had been left for too long, becoming soggy and clumped.

Jisoo sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and lifted a clump of noodles into her mouth. It was already cold and almost choked her.

But she was extremely hungry, and besides, she had nothing else to eat.

Just as she picked up her chopsticks, Reginald suddenly rushed in.

"Jisoo!"

"Cough, cough!"

Caught off guard, Jisoo choked and coughed uncontrollably.

"Tsk."

Reginald frowned, clicked his tongue, and glanced at the bowl in front of her. "What is this you're cooking? Can you eat it?"

"Noodles," Jisoo replied, having recovered slightly. "Do you need something?"

"Noodles?"

This lump? These were noodles?

Reginald sneered, "You can't even cook noodles? It seems the Worthington family has pampered you too much over the years."

Is that so? Jisoo pressed her lips together, silently sneering.

"By the way."

Reginald remembered his purpose for finding her, pointing to the bowl in front of her. "From now on, don't cook here. Go eat at a restaurant. A good kitchen, and you've made it smell like a greasy mess!"

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her coldly. "Remember that, okay?"