Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Divorce
Corbin Prescott struggled to stabilize Julian Fordham’s emotions with medication. As Victoria Monroe left, he was on the verge of collapse again, so Corbin quickly pulled Julian’s emotions back.
According to local customs, even an unformed embryo cannot be buried, not to mention a stillborn infant.
But this was the child Julian and Victoria had yearned for over many years, and given Julian’s character, he would definitely not handle it carelessly.
Seeing Julian look at him, Corbin Prescott asked, "I’ve selected some auspicious places. Boss, where do you want the burial?"
"Burial..." Julian softly murmured these two words, his heart aching as if cut.
With much persuasion, Corbin Prescott managed to get him back into the car.
The sealed bag was placed in the icebox, and every time Julian saw the tiny embryo, he couldn’t control the heartache.
When his car left, crowds gathered outside hurled eggs at him.
Originally, these eggs were meant for Victoria Monroe, but in the end, they were all thrown at Julian’s car.
Accompanied by everyone’s anger and curses.
"Julian Fordham, you scumbag!"
"Julian Fordham, you betrayed your wife, indulged the mistress, you won’t die a good death."
"Julian Fordham, you deserve to die alone."
Julian Fordham tightened his grip on the icebox, and Corbin Prescott made a call to have the bodyguards disperse the crowd.
The Cullinan was covered with sticky egg liquids, slowly dripping down the car.
Corbin Prescott changed the subject, "Boss, have you decided?"
"Go home."
Julian Fordham held the icebox. Despite the questions in Corbin Prescott’s mind, he dared not provoke his fragile state.
Returning to the marital home, Julian carefully carried out the icebox.
He didn’t enter the house but walked under the cherry blossom tree.
Corbin Prescott realized something was wrong and hurriedly advised, "Boss, why don’t you first look at the auspicious places I found?"
Julian knelt on the ground, and his expensive suit was long stained with mud, yet he didn’t care.
Holding the icebox, he revealed a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, "He’s our child, his rightful place is with Mommy and Daddy. This is his Mommy’s favorite cherry blossom tree. When Victoria returns, we’ll be together forever."
Upon hearing these words, Corbin Prescott felt a chill down his spine.
Julian gently touched the ice bag, "Be good, baby, wait a little."
The rain poured down for a day and night, making the soil extremely loose. Julian didn’t use any tools, digging the earth with his bare hands.
"Boss, your hands aren’t supposed to exert force! Otherwise, the wound will burst!"
But why would he listen?
Julian’s distinctly jointed hands slowly dug through the soil, as the rain-soaked bandages gradually turned red.
Blood followed his wrist gradually soaking into the soil, even his ten fingers dug until they bled, yet he didn’t care, desperately pulling out a deep hole.
Supporting the icebox, he leaned down and kissed the sealed bag.
"Baby, I’m sorry for this life. If fate allows, let Daddy love you properly in the next life, alright?"
He carefully placed the icebox into the soil, and Corbin saw liquid mixed with blood land on the icebox.
Corbin Prescott stood aside feeling uneasy.
Everyone had harmed the child, including himself.
If only Rachel Hayes’s child had miscarried that day, the ensuing tragedy could have been avoided.
Julian Fordham and Victoria Monroe wouldn’t have reached this point!
He vowed to make amends, to find that vile woman Rachel Hayes.
After burying the child with his own hands, Julian Fordham calmly walked into the house.
October looked at the bloodied person with some vigilance, and Corbin Prescott worried he might do something extreme again, almost following him step by step.
He kept the sedatives ready, in case Julian went crazy, he’d immediately administer them.
But Julian’s emotions showed no fluctuation. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands clean, gave October a can of cat food, then stepped upstairs for a shower.
Before entering the bathroom, he told Corbin to give him the medicine kit and faced Corbin’s worried gaze, he calmly said, "Don’t worry, I won’t seek death. If I die, I’ll never see Victoria again."
With these words, Corbin Prescott knew Julian had returned.
When he emerged from the bathroom, he had already re-bandaged his wounds and changed into comfortable clothing.
If not for his excessively pale face, Corbin would have thought all that was just a dream.
Julian Fordham had transformed back into the iron-willed businessman of the trade world.
No, like reborn in fire, he was more determined than ever.
"You made the first move to terminate the contract with Willis."
"Boss, actually Willis really admires you. If you communicate well, you might not terminate the contract."
Julian’s expression was cold, "No, his business is about integrity. Rather than him terminating it, I’d rather propose it myself."
"But in this way, our losses will be maximized."
Julian Fordham stood with his hands behind his back, and his tall and straight figure was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window. A touch of determination flashed in his eyes, "Assistant Prescott, help me with a few things."
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Victoria Monroe returned to the hospital, she still needed to continue the pregnancy to prevent a miscarriage.
She looked at the overwhelming public opinion online; Rachel Hayes had no chance to turn things around!
Rachel’s card balance was already low, hiding in the shadows, how much longer could she last?
This matter was buzzing with excitement, once she appeared she would become the mouse everyone shouted at.
Lana Jameson was evicted from the villa, all her accounts frozen, left with just a phone, she had nowhere to go.
Autumn Fordham ran fast, taking with her some jewelry, although she could sell them, her accounts were frozen, she could only temporarily place the money on Caleb Spencer’s card.
Unbeknownst to her, Caleb Spencer, upon seeing the public opinion online and hearing their mother and daughter’s accounts were frozen, knew Julian Fordham was serious this time.
The two agreed to go abroad. Before security checks, he used the excuse of a stomach ache to go to the restroom, letting Autumn Fordham board the plane first, promising to follow shortly.
Autumn’s thoughts were simple; until the cabin door closed she was still arguing with the flight attendants about her boyfriend not boarding the plane.
The plane took off on time; at this moment Autumn Fordham was still unaware of what was awaiting her!
She took jewelry worth over one hundred million, eager to sell, she only managed to sell for eighty million, Caleb Spencer took off with eighty million!
At this moment she was still dreaming that upon landing, Caleb Spencer would catch the next flight to find her.
The other party had turned off the phone, Autumn Fordham assumed he was on the plane.
She waited from night till morning, Caleb Spencer disappeared...
At this moment she finally felt scared, called Corbin Prescott, trying to probe for information, thinking she could act coquettishly as before, Julian Fordham would forgive her, and send a private jet to bring her back.
The person who answered was not Corbin Prescott, but Julian Fordham’s icy voice.
Autumn Fordham explained her situation, and feigned crying, "Brother, I really know I’m wrong, please forgive me this time, I’m penniless in a foreign country, all my money has been cheated away..."
"So what?" the voice on the other side was unusually calm.
Autumn Fordham felt a flicker of joy, "Can you unfreeze my accounts, please? Brother, I love you the most."
"There’s no need for that."
"Brother, what do you mean?"
"Autumn Fordham, haven’t you always thought that I was too strict with you? From now on, I don’t have you as a sister, and I won’t take care of you anymore."
On hearing Julian Fordham’s words, Autumn Fordham was frightened, "Brother, I really know I’m wrong, if you don’t care for me, I really might die..."
She heard the man on the other end sneer coldly, "Then just go ahead and die, let Rachel Hayes collect the corpse when the time comes."
He hung up the phone after speaking.
Standing in the vast airport, Autumn Fordham felt a chill all over.
The brother who loved her deeply no longer wanted her.
Unwilling to give up, she dialed again, this time Corbin Prescott answered, she was no longer pretending, instead crying tears, "Brother Corbin, please help me."
Corbin Prescott was no longer respectful as usual, instead responding coldly, "President Fordham asked me to tell you, all your messes have been cleaned up by him since you were little. You are an adult now, you should be responsible for your own actions. Whether you marry or work, he will no longer care for you, he will act as if he never had you as a sister."
"No, my brother won’t treat me like this, I’m his biological sister!"
"Miss, forgive me for being frank, the boss and the mistress have treated you well, yet you have repeatedly plotted against her for Rachel Hayes, sabotaging the boss’s marriage, killing the boss’s only child, and now you still hope that the boss will forgive you, for what reason?"
Corbin Prescott, regardless of who was on the other end, retorted mercilessly and accurately, "The boss lost his loved one and lost his child, while you just lost a brother, the path was your choice, whether it’s hard or sweet, you have to endure it!"
The call was disconnected, and when Autumn Fordham tried again, she found she was blocked.
Her world collapsed.
After hanging up, Corbin Prescott looked at Julian Fordham casually eating a few bites in the study before starting to work, he reaffirmed, "Boss, are you really done with the young lady?"
Julian Fordham’s eyes showed no ripple, "Whether she lives or dies, it’s none of my business."
"Understood."
Julian Fordham worked through the night, watching the sun rise, dispelling the gloom of the past two days.
He stopped working, and spoke with meaning, "The dawn has come."
Corbin Prescott checked his watch, "It’s already eight."
He changed into a suit, "Let’s go, let’s not keep Victoria waiting."
Civil Affairs Bureau.
Today was a working day, many journalists had set up cameras around.
Victoria Monroe dressed much like yesterday, but when she appeared, she added a hat, wrapped in a scarf, covering herself tightly.
Julian Fordham stood under the tree, his eyes bloodshot.
The two gazed from afar.
Once intimate lovers meeting again as enemies.
His throat tightened, he cautiously opened his mouth, "Victoria..."