Perhaps it had been too long since Adrianst saw his mother. As soon as dinner was over, he clung to her, asking her to help with his homework, give him a bath, and insisted on sleeping together that night.


    All this left her with no time to contact thewyer, which would have to wait until the next day.


    As for the bath, her hand was injured, so she just sat nearby and kept Adrianpany with conversation.


    Sleeping together, however, she didn''t refuse.


    That night, Lysander didn''te home, and Leonard stood watch outside the door all night.


    The next morning, bright and early.


    "Mom, can''t you take me to school?"


    Adrian, backpack in hand, stood by the car, visibly unhappy.


    His mother was finally back, yet she wasn''t taking him to school. His father was nowhere to be seen, either, leaving him feeling abandoned.


    "Mrs. Fontaine''s hand is injured, so she can''t go out today. She will,ter on."


    Despite having stayed up all night, Leonard looked fresh, showing no signs of fatigue. He crouched down to gently persuade Adrian, and eventually managed to get the reluctant child into the car, instructing the driver to take the young master to school safely.


    Confined in the master bedroom, M rose early, and after breakfast, she settled on the balcony, staring toward the vi''s gate while making a call to herwyer. The call was answered by a middle-aged woman, the core of the legal team.


    They had been expecting her call, having alreadymunicated with Jade about the unexpected developments in yesterday''s hearing. Thewyer picked up quickly.


    After confirming the basics, they got straight to the point.


    Thewyer exined the current situation: the initialwsuit had failed, requiring a six-month wait before refiling. However, special circumstances or reasons could allow the intiff to bypass this rule and sue at any time.


    "What kind of special circumstances or reasons?" M ignored the six-month wait, focusing instead on what conditions could meet these exceptions.


    "Serious incidents like abuse or gambling by Mr. Fontaine would count, or if you could obtain direct evidence of infidelity. Previously gathered evidence is circumstantial and could easily be dismissed by the opposingwyer. Ideally, you need something like...," thewyer paused before continuing, "photographic evidence of kissing or being in bed together. Such scenarios would allow you to bypass the waiting period and file again immediately."


    How difficult this would be.


    Leaving aside abuse, which was not physical but rather a kind of emotional neglect, which was hard to prove, gambling was out of the question.


    As for obtaining evidence of an affair, it seemed almost impossible. She couldn''t exactly lurk around hoping to catch them in the act-it was both impractical and disgusting.


    Moreover, Lysander wouldn''t give her such an opportunity.


    M leaned back in her chair with a sigh, the situation that had seemed so promising was now in shambles thanks to him.


    Thewyer spoke again.


    "Given the current scenario, I advise against focusing on thewsuit. If you can''t negotiate privately, my suggestion is to separate."


    "Whether you go abroad or find another way, just stop living with him. After two years of separation, the marriage will be deemed irretrievably broken, and you can file for divorce again, which should be granted without issue."


    The legal team, aftering to grips with Lysander''s tricky nature, believed that M should leave the country. Stay away for two years, and once they filed again, she would only need to return for the court appearance.


    Finally, some good news.


    M felt a surge of relief and was about to discuss the n further when she heard movement outside the balcony.


    Lysander, who hadn''t been home all night, was striding toward her. Tall and imposing, his eyes narrowed slightly, a faint, enigmatic smile on his lips as he casually inquired, "Who is my wife on the phone with?"