A Divorce Make Me Rich

Anthony blinked innocently, exclaiming, “So Daddy really is hurt! I’m sorry, last time you pretended to be limping and I thought it was the same trick again to fool Mommy.”

The little one knew he had done wrong and immediately lowered his head to apologize, not giving Anthony a chance to scold him. Being able to take temporary setbacks was what made a good kid. Anthony could only admit that he was in the wrong and said no more.

“Daddy, did you call me because you need help?” He grinned mischievously, looking like a little adult. If it weren’t for the bag of cucumber-flavored potato chips in one hand and lollipops in the other hand, it would be hard to believe that this was a child attending kindergarten.

Kane saw a younger version of Anthony from him.

“Mavis is going back to Bostrain. Help me keep her here.”

“Then… what’s the reward?”

“You can suggest anything.”

As soon as Anthony finished speaking, there was knocking at the door.

The door slowly opened and Mavis walked in. She couldn’t resist coming over when she heard Alistair had come to the hospital.

“Mommy! Did you miss me?” Alistair reacted first and ran over with small steps before hugging her leg tightly.

She squatted down, kissed Alistair’s forehead gently while asking warmly, “Why did you suddenly come here today?”

“I missed you,” he pouted cutely with his pink lips sparkling transparently making people want kiss him on them. “Mommy, Daddy really got hurt this time. Will you stay by his side all along taking care of him?”

Mavis shook her head, “I have important things I need do so I can’t stay with him all day long but don’t worry Alistair. There are doctors who will take care of your dad properly.”

Mavis patiently explained while gently stroking Alistair’s forehead but she felt reluctant about leaving her son behind for some time now that she thought about it.

However, if she were going take away Alistair now, then even Anthony wouldn’t agree as neither would Callahan family members.

“What important thing? Is it about divorce?” Alistair lowered his head sadly.

“Nope… it’s work related stuffs which needs my attention so I have go back Bostrain for some time without being able spend much time with you.”

“But why do you have go back when there are many people working at company? Can’t someone else handle things instead?”

Mavis rubbed his little head and couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “I am the president of that company. Now that your Uncle Moore is sick, it’s best for me to handle it.”

“There are so many elite uncles in Daddy’s Company, just send one over to help you deal with it. I don’t think Daddy would mind,” he turned around and raised his chin at Anthony on the sickbed, “right, Daddy?”

Anthony nodded, “Just borrowing a person, it’s no problem. Since the two companies have a cooperative relationship now, it’s only natural.”

Mavis was speechless.

The father and son were acting in harmony, and she couldn’t even get a word in.

As Mavis remained silent, Alistair pouted and muttered, “If you don’t agree, then it means you’re not leaving because of the company. You’re lying to me!”

“Alistair, be good and stop messing around. I really have to go back.” She was worried about someone else handling it.

“No, no~”

Alistair tugged at her arm, swaying back and forth, deliberately elongating his voice and acting coquettishly, “Mommy, you’re the best. You should spend more time with Daddy. He really needs you now. If you don’t believe me, ask Daddy, and I also need you a lot.”

“Moreover, Mommy, look at Daddy’s wound. It’s bleeding again.”

Upon hearing this, Anthony cooperatively covered his mouth and coughed weakly, unable to conceal the paleness on his face.

Alistair took the opportunity to pull her arm and walked to the bedside. As expected, there at Anthony’s chest, the previously pristine bandage now had a vivid red stain, particularly glaring.

Alistair’s mischievous act of poking his wound turned out to be helpful at this moment.

Mavis frowned as she watched it and said, almost involuntarily, “Okay.”

Just as she finished speaking, she regretted it and was about to find an excuse to explain.

Anthony took over the conversation and said, “Then I’ll let Zack go to Bostrain for you. He knows how to handle most of the basic tasks.”

If it were Zack, he would still be trustworthy. Mavis didn’t say anything else, so she agreed.

In no time it was noon, and Mavis recalled the porridge from this morning. Moore didn’t eat much of it, preferring the food at the hospital cafeteria. So she went there to buy his lunch instead.

She originally wanted to order one for Anthony too, but considering his high standards for food and insistence on only eating dishes prepared by five-star chefs, she decided against it.

After a few days, Mavis became familiar with the location of the hospital cafeteria and could easily navigate her way there.

As she walked to the end of the hallway, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

The woman was wearing a dark green pencil skirt, with a hot figure and excellent temperament.

“Bryleigh? What are you doing here?”

It had been a while since Bryleigh had seen her. At first, she wasn’t sure if the person in front of her had mistaken her for someone else, as Bryleigh’s back was turned towards her. But then she caught a whiff of Bryleigh’s favorite perfume and knew it was really her.

Bryleigh’s eyes flickered with panic for a moment before it disappeared. “I’m here for a check-up. What about you? Is this hospital your family business? Are you allowed to be here but not me?”

Her tone was unfriendly and her gaze haughty, not giving Mavis any chance to respond.

“Fine, do as you please.”

Mavis didn’t pay much attention to the little incident and hurriedly finished ordering food before rushing back to Moore’s ward.

As soon as she opened the door, Mavis caught a familiar scent of perfume that belonged to Bryleigh. How could that be possible? Why would Bryleigh be in Moore’s ward?

“That’s strange,” Mavis muttered under her breath while glancing around the room.

“What is it, Mavis?”

“Nothing. The porridge is ready. Eat it while it’s still hot.”

Perhaps she was overthinking things; Mavis shook off those thoughts and said nothing more.

She fed Moore some plain sweet porridge when suddenly his personal nurse walked up and said politely, “Mrs Callahan, let me feed him instead.”

Moore opened his mouth ready to eat but saw that Mavis’ spoon unconsciously pulled away from him, which made him angry inside.

The nurse seemed oblivious to Moore’s angry expression as he maintained his polite attitude with an outstretched hand waiting for permission from Mrs. Callahan.

“Alright then,” said Mavis handing over the spoonful of porridge before excusing herself saying, “I need to go use the restroom.”

As soon as she left the room, Alistair ran up excitedly pulling on his mother’s arm saying, “Mommy! Daddy has prepared us some delicious food!”

Alistair’s beautiful eyes were shining with excitement, staring directly at the roasted duck on the bedside table along with several dishes full of food.

It was obvious that these dishes were prepared by one of those five-star chefs because they looked so appetizing!

Mavis felt guilty looking at all this food, knowing full well that Moore could only have porridge right now whereas she came next door just so she could enjoy all this deliciousness?

Out of basic morality principles, she tried declining but before long Alistair shoved rolled-up pieces of duck meat into her mouth saying, “Mommy! You’re first! Next one will be mine! I want double portions though~”