The café''s second floor offered a perfect view of everything happening downstairs.
M watched the scene unfold below with a detached calm. She had learned that expecting nothing meant not getting hurt, so seeing this, she felt nothing and turned her gaze back to Conrad, who sat across from her with a nk expression.
She said nothing, merely observing him.
Conrad felt at a loss for words as well, and being stared at so intently only added to his difort.
He hade here hoping to have a constructive conversation with his daughter- inw, but the situation had taken a turn he hadn''t expected... That son of his!
"M," he began slowly, choosing his words with care.
"I really didn''t want things to escte like this."
"If you could help persuade Lysander, we might avoid going to court altogether. We could settle this privately."
"If you''re unhappy with how the assets are divided, we can discuss it. I''m willing to make some concessions as long as we finalize the divorce before the new year."
"After the divorce, I won''t make it public immediately. You can take your time exining it to your mother-inw, so she cane to terms with it gradually, minimizing the hurt."
She had thought of every detail.
Finally, she took the signed divorce papers from her bag, ced them on the table, and pushed them towards him.
Conrad looked at the divorce papers in silence. Was he really going to ept his son''s divorce papers on his behalf? What a mess!
He regretteding here.
But trying to convince her otherwise seemed futile. That son of his was sitting downstairs, having already sent the child over. What more was there to say?
Over the past seven years, M hade to understand the Montgomery family and Felicity quite well.
Given how resolute she seemed now, if pushed too hard, she might just confront Felicity directly about the divorce, and that would truly stir things up for the Montgomery family. It could even drive someone to the edge.
Conrad knew his daughter-inw well.
Ever since that rainy night seven years ago, when she, pregnant, had knelt at the Montgomery family''s doorstep, banging her head against the door until she had forced Felicity to bring Lysander back to acknowledge their marriage, he had realized how determined she could be.
She was capable of confronting her mother-inw if necessary.
At times, he thought about how simr she and Lysander were in character, both possessing a determined resolve.
Once they made up their minds, they could be as harsh on themselves as they were on others.
M''s resolve was hidden beneath a gentle facade, appearing mild and agreeable, yet capable of piercing the heart when she decided to act.
Now, it seemed that after seven years, the affection she had poured into Lysander had nearly run dry.
Conrad nced at the smiling trio downstairs.
Well, his son would have to endure the consequences.
Others might not see it, but as his father, how could he not understand his own son?
If Lysander had truly been against the marriage back then, no amount of pleading in the rain or threats of family discipline would have swayed him. Even with M pregnant, he wouldn''t have epted the marriage.
Yet, this son of his had spent years in a stubborn state, gaining someone''s heart only to let it wither away.
With his daughter-inw''s determination, his son was in for a tough ride ahead!
Conrad didn''t touch the divorce papers on the table.
"I can''t meddle in you youngsters'' affairs anymore."
He sighed softly.
"But I still hope you''ll consider everything. Seven years of marriage and a child—
it''s a family. Is it really something you can just walk away from?"
"Lysander has his faults, but he has his good points too..."
He raised a hand to stop M from speaking and continued, "If you truly must part ways, I won''t stand in your way. I just hope that even if it goes to court, it won''t be a public spectacle. Keep it private, and I''ll do my best to ensure your mother-in-w doesn''t find out."