“Sir, you’re back.” As Sylas Vaughn stepped into the living room, the surrounding servants quickly bowed their heads in greeting.
The icy aura radiating from him made everyone afraid to look up, terrified of being frozen by his chilling presence.
“Where is she?”
Sylvia had long grown accustomed to Sylas Vaughn’s usual cold indifference toward Selena Sinclair, so she knew exactly who he was asking about.
“Mrs.
Vaughn…
she’s already left.
This is what she asked me to give to you.”
Sylvia apprehensively handed over the divorce agreement.
“Mrs.
Vaughn said she doesn’t want to take anything from the Vaughn Family.
She just wants to leave this place.
She also wished you and Miss Hannah happiness.”
Sylas turned, practically snatching the document from Sylvia’s hand.
His dark, cold eyes were fixed on the divorce agreement.
His brow furrowed as he took the divorce agreement.
His fingers clenched the pages so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged like twisted worms, a startling sight.
For some reason, the bold red words on the document seemed to sear his eyes, and his heart involuntarily clenched.
He strode upstairs, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing was real.
The bedroom curtains were drawn, plunging the room into darkness, but one thing was certain: she was truly gone.
An ominous premonition washed over him in an instant.
This time, he feared, she had truly made up her mind to leave.
His brow tightened further, the thin divorce agreement in his hand nearly crushed.
A flicker of anger gave way to a sense of release, and finally, a fateful acceptance.
Strangely, even though he had wanted her as far away as possible, now that he had successfully driven her off, he wasn’t as happy as he had imagined.
Perhaps it was because Selena had left without a word, which left a bad taste in his mouth.
Sylas felt a rising anxiety.
He couldn’t believe Selena would choose to leave so decisively.
Her sudden, absolute departure made him feel a loss of control, throwing him into chaos.
He hastily pulled out his phone to call her, but the automated message informing him the phone was off made him feel as if he’d been abandoned by the entire world.
‘She actually turned her phone off.
Is she planning to disappear from my world completely?’
Sylas’s expression was grim.
He quickly dialed another number.
On the other end of the line, another assistant answered, “Sir.”
“Find out where the Selena went.”
The man’s voice was laced with the fury of gritted teeth, yet his chiseled face was a mask of silence.
“Sir, Mrs.
Vaughn suddenly returned to her family’s old home this afternoon.
She took some documents from the old master’s drawer and a recently issued passport…”
Hearing about the documents and passport, his brow furrowed, and his face instantly clouded over, his expression darkening.
‘Selena, just how long have you been planning this divorce?’
CRACK!
He violently slammed his phone against the corner of the wall.
Shards flew everywhere, scattering broken glass across the floor.
Hearing the sudden crash from upstairs, the servants below all stopped what they were doing, so startled they hardly dared to breathe.
Sylas yanked at his tie, his expression ghastly.
Then, feigning composure, he turned and walked into the study.
In that moment, he truly realized he had lost her completely.
Sylas spent half the night there before getting up before dawn.
He had tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.
He couldn’t explain it himself—why this night without that woman by his side was so sleepless.
He gazed at the familiar furnishings and objects in the bedroom.
Everything was the same, except for her missing figure.
Even the last connection between them was now nothing but memories too painful to recall.
He couldn’t bear the empty feeling in his heart any longer, so he got up, determined to leave.
When he left the Vaughn family villa, Julian Ford had already rushed over and was waiting by the car.
Seeing Sylas appear at the door, Julian quickly pulled open the car door and called out, “Sir.”
Sylas raised one wrist, adjusting the cufflink with his other hand.
Without a single glance at Julian, he slid into the car and commanded coolly, “To the old residence.”
Sitting in the driver’s seat, Julian clearly noticed something was off with his boss.
He asked, “Sir, are you sure you want to go back to the old residence at a time like this?”
In the past three years, the number of times he’d gone to the old residence could be counted on one hand.
Most of those visits were to accompany Selena Sinclair and “show his face” to the old master, proving he and Selena still had ties.
But in reality, after every visit with the old master, he would take Selena home and never stay the night.
Now, he would be returning to the old residence alone.
The thought of Selena leaving just like that made him extremely displeased.
Sylas’s bloodshot eyes snapped up, a hint of frost in them as they landed on Julian.
His long fingers steepled.
One glance in the rearview mirror told Julian that Sylas obviously hadn’t slept well last night.
Because of Selena, his expression now looked even more grim and terrifying.
Recalling the previous day’s abnormalities, Julian knew in his heart that Selena and Sylas must have had a fight, leaving Sylas deeply unsettled.
Seeing that Sylas had no intention of answering his question, Julian didn’t press further and silently started the car.
After a moment of thought, as if something occurred to him, he spoke again, his voice muffled, “Sir, are you and your wife alright?
She…”
Sylas’s gaze toward him was profound, like the calm before a storm, carrying an uneasy turbulence.
Julian instinctively shut his mouth and quickly changed the subject.
“I mean, Miss Hannah couldn’t reach you at all yesterday.
She even ended up calling me.
Should you give her a call back?
Besides, Miss Hannah just returned to the country.
She’ll definitely need someone to look after her.”
In his memory, his boss had never been this anxious over Selena, dropping everything to rush home in a panic, only to reappear looking like this.
He had a hunch that Sylas had probably been shut out by Selena, which was why he was acting so abnormally at the mere mention of her name.
“Let her stay by herself in Lakenport for a couple of days.”
Sylas’s attitude did a complete 180.
It was as if he wouldn’t lose control as long as Selena wasn’t mentioned.
Then, he frowned, his hands fidgeting restlessly.
He leaned his elbow against the window and said in a somewhat choked voice, “Give me your phone.
And go buy a new one.
Also, I need you to check on the Sinclair Family’s current situation.”
He rubbed his temples with a thoughtful air, his elbow still propped against the window.
When he mentioned investigating the Sinclair Family, his voice seemed to soften slightly, but his cold face still held an inscrutable shadow.
Julian was taken aback, not understanding why his boss would suddenly bring this up.
He answered earnestly, “Sir, hasn’t the Sinclair Family been under your control all these years?
Although the Sinclair Group is being managed by your father-in-law, its performance has been poor for the last two years.
If it weren’t for the Vaughn Family, the Sinclair Group would have likely been run into the ground by Zachary Sinclair long ago.”