A Divorce Make Me Rich

In the courtroom, Kane helped Anthony up and asked, “Mr. Callahan, does this massage mat hurt more than a washboard?”

Anthony gave him a cold glance. “I haven’t tried it. Why don’t you go first?”

Kane quickly backtracked. “Just kidding! Just kidding.”

Chad approached and patted Anthony’s shoulder approvingly. “You did well in the second half of the trial. That’s how you do it. If being tough doesn’t work, try being gentle. You need to be more tender and speak softly for the next two weeks. Don’t worry, you’ll win your wife’s heart back.”

As he spoke, he gestured for Anthony to look outside the glass wall of the lobby. “Anthony, it seems that you’ll be topping the news charts in the next few days,” he said.

Anthony followed his gaze and saw a bunch of flashing lights that not only didn’t subside but also seemed to be getting more audacious in their photography.

“Kane, stay behind to handle things here,” said Anthony coolly as he adjusted his sleeve cuffs and walked away with regal poise as though he hadn’t just begged his wife for forgiveness minutes ago.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Chad, with his hands in his pockets and a constant smile on his face, showed no signs of restraint as he left alongside Anthony.

Outside the lobby, the reporters immediately gathered around Anthony, approaching him on their own accord. However, they were quickly intercepted by the Callahan family’s security guards, who kept them at a distance, preventing anyone from even touching Anthony’s clothing.

“Mr. Callahan! Mr. Callahan! Did Mrs. Callahan drop her divorce appeal because of your apology?”

“Mr. Callahan, we heard that you got into a car accident earlier today and broke your leg deliberately just so that you could win back your wife’s heart. Is that true?”

“Mr. Callahan please answer us directly!”

Anthony ignored all their questions and walked straight towards his luxury car without looking at any of them.

Within two minutes, Kane emerged from inside shouting over all the noise, “Everyone calm down please! I know everyone is very interested in Mr. Callahan and Mrs. Callahan’s relationship but any questions can be directed towards me instead.”

The reporters immediately swarmed around him like bees eager for honey.

He remained calm amidst all their chaos, “One by one now please. I will give you the most straightforward answers possible but before we begin, I ask that all media hand over their camera memory cards so we can delete any footage or photos taken without permission. Otherwise, Callahan Group reserves its right to pursue legal action.”

That afternoon, news about Anthony dominated Twitter’s trending topics. His kneeling had caused a sensation.

“Sis, check out the news! Anthony pulled off an impressive move,” Raymond said as he looked at the news content and clicked his tongue a few times.

Mavis leaned in to take a look. Raymond continued, “He pretended to be lame before and tricked you. But this time he appeared openly in front of all media outlets and admitted that he used the ‘injured lamb’ tactic. Not only was he not criticized, but also received so much praise on the internet.”

“Kneeling down with foot massage mat for his wife can even earn him compliments for being deeply in love? That’s just pathetic begging for love.”

“Anthony’s reputation hasn’t collapsed yet. Instead, people are praising him as a good man who is romantic when it comes to love affairs. Even Callahan Group’s stock market didn’t fall. It skyrocketed! Has the internet gone crazy?”

“He even boosted sales of foot massage mats! Many netizens say they want to buy one for their husbands too. This is simply outrageous!” Raymond kept ranting.

Mavis listened quietly while her fingers were busy scrolling through related Twitter hashtags.

“Sis, this guy is too scheming! Originally if you took your divorce case to court and let them enforce it by law, Callahan Group would have been criticized and suffered losses. But with this move of his, he has turned things around again! He wants to drag it out for another half month. I bet this is another one of his tricks,” Raymond analyzed cunningly.

This scumbag was full of schemes.

Moore agreed deeply, “Mavis, what Raymond said was right. Anthony’s seemingly sincere apology was actually a calculated move to manipulate you. He first used Alistair to stir up your feelings of guilt, and then presented the divorce agreement to make you believe he’s truly changing. However, in reality, all of this was done for the benefit of the Callahan Group, and you were nothing more than a pawn in his game.”

Mavis sat on the sofa without saying anything.

Moore walked up beside her slowly, then squatted down, looking up at her and earnestly saying, “Mavis, don’t be fooled by him anymore. If you can’t get divorced now, then once again if he doesn’t cherish you after that, will there be any hope left? He doesn’t really love you. Everything he does is just calculation which should be clear enough by now.”

Raymond’s expression gradually became serious, “Sis since he has already signed and stamped the divorce agreement and it has been delivered into your hands, why not take advantage of this opportunity by signing it directly without giving him any chance?”

Moore nodded in agreement, “Once signed, Alistair will belong solely to you. We’ll leave Crana together and go back home where I’ll take care of both of you and your son well enough, okay?”

He looked up with a tender gaze, instinctively wanting to touch Mavis’s hand which was resting on her knees.

Before he could, Mavis calmly withdrew her hand and flicked her golden hair. “Since I’ve already agreed to his request, signing now would make me look petty. Besides, the divorce agreement stamped with the official seal is in my hands anyway. It’s only a matter of time. There’s no need to rush.”

With that said, the two men beside her couldn’t persuade her any further.

…

Back at the Callahan Residence, Anthony was seething with anger.

All of the Callahan family’s relatives and elders were present. What used to be a quiet residence was now filled with people in the living room.

Paloma had seen the news early on and couldn’t sit still. She waited at the entrance of the living room for him.

As he walked over, she smiled and lightly punched his chest twice with a fist. “Not bad! The good boy finally came around and knows how to soften up his wife. If you had done this earlier, we wouldn’t have so many problems.”

Paloma felt both relieved and emotional as she spoke, “When you resolve your relationship issues with Mavis, I can finally rest easy knowing that one worry is off my mind. Then I can go find my old man.”

Anthony frowned, “Grandma, you will live past 100 years!”

Paloma waved it off, “No need for flattery. Who needs 100 years? That just causes trouble for our country.”

She didn’t know about Anthony giving up Alistair’s custody through their divorce agreement but praised him kneeling down publicly, which went viral online. However, this was only her opinion.

The stubborn elders from the Callahan family were not so easily convinced though.

Each wrinkled face contorted into frowns as if accusing Anthony of shameful behavior.

“Since ancient times, poor or rich men cannot be moved nor bent! As head of our family, how could you kneel before a woman in court? And it has even been widely publicized online! This is simply unacceptable!”

Turning back around, Paloma glared at one particular elder speaking out, “Is she just any ordinary woman? No! She is Anthony’s legitimate wife and Alistair’s mother. What’s wrong with kneeling once? All I see here is an exemplary man taking responsibility!”

The elder rolled his eyes and said, “You just spoil him, don’t you? You don’t mind making a fool of yourself, but I do! My face is already red with embarrassment!”

Paloma let out a disapproving click of her tongue and scowled, “With all those wrinkles on your face, you’re practically halfway to the grave already! You’re not afraid of ghosts, but you’re afraid of losing face?”