Chapter 39: Finally Divorced

Those words carried a great deal of sense.

Tiffany Rose truly was treacherous and full of duplicity, holding a single patent like a carrot dangling in front of a donkey, persistently refusing to yield it to him.

That woman was so utterly impatient to marry him, wasn't it simply because she had her eyes on his wealth and family background?

She was absolutely nothing like Vivian, whose eyes and heart were entirely filled with him.

This stupid woman, even at a time like this, the one she thought of was still him.

Adrian Cross pressed his lips together, suddenly making a critical decision as he grasped Vivian Hale's hands and opened his mouth.

"Vivian, rest assured, we are merely performing a fake divorce. I will leave all the assets to you and depart completely empty-handed... I want that woman to end up with nothing but a basket drawing nothing but water!!"

Hearing this, Vivian raised her eyebrows slightly.

It seemed that her long-term orchestration hadn't wasted her efforts.

But she couldn't display any hint of eagerness right now, so she appeared somewhat surprised.

"What you mean is... letting me help you keep custody of them? But that's true, I'm on the verge of death anyway, I can go draft a will, so the assets after my death will still belong to you. Adrian, you don't need to harbor any misgivings."

A will, as the name implied, was naturally an item that would only become legally binding after a person passed away.

As long as she remained perfectly alive, she could make alterations at any given time.

Her proposal caused a rush of intense joy to abruptly burst from Adrian's eyes.

Yes!

Vivian was even thinking about drafting a will to leave the assets to him, so what else did he have to harbor misgivings about.

Adrian immediately wrapped his arms around her shoulders, "Vivian, what absolute nonsense are you spouting? I naturally trust you, there's no need to draft any will, and you won't die either!

We are merely performing a fake divorce. Once I get through the most difficult hurdle at hand, I will accompany you for medical treatments, exactly like before, right up until the day you fully recover—never to abandon or forsake you."

He spoke beautifully.

Vivian lowered her head to suppress the disgust in the depths of her eyes, leaning into his embrace as she spoke softly, "Alright, I trust you."

Adrian harbored zero doubt regarding this.

After all, in this world, Vivian no longer possessed any other living relatives.

They had depended on each other for so many years; even if he committed mistakes, he was still the absolute sole person who was good to her.

Only...

"The current divorce cooling-off period requires a full month, and launching the patent is already an urgent matter that brooks no delay. Proceeding like this, it will likely be too late."

If they had to wait for a month, Tiffany certainly wouldn't be receptive.

Gazing at his troubled state, the corners of Vivian's lips curled up in an unnoticeable manner.

She had been waiting precisely for this exact millisecond.

"In truth, I already perceived my physical discomfort a month ago. At that time, I hadn't gone for a detailed examination yet, but I was terrified that a recurrence of my old illness would drag you down. Therefore, I privately drafted a divorce contract and had you sign it back then—the day the cooling-off period concludes happens to be right away."

As she spoke, she pulled out that contract from the room's drawer, her face displaying a look of bitterness.

"Back then, I intended to depart completely empty-handed and leave quietly. Right now, it happens to serve our purpose perfectly."

Adrian took the contract in surprise and opened it to look; the section detailing the division of assets was indeed completely blank.

If she had surreptitiously filled it out herself, as long as it wasn't discovered by him, she clearly could have split at least half of the assets.

Yet she hadn't.

Therefore, this wasn't a calculation; this was the profound depth of her love for him.

Adrian was truly touched by her this time.

"Honey, you are so wonderful to me! I swear, I will never let you down again in the future."

As he spoke, he picked up the pen on one side without a single fraction of hesitation, filling in the amounts for the industries under his name.

After completing the entries, he pondered for a brief moment, writing down several private assets he had transferred overseas as well.

In any case, he had firmly made up his mind not to let Tiffany take away a single cent.

Meanwhile, Vivian was also drafting the will right beside him, filling in everything Adrian had just written down. When her eyes caught sight of those few overseas properties, she raised an eyebrow slightly.

This man truly hid things profoundly deep; these possessions were items even she herself hadn't known about?

However... could this be considered an unexpected bonus?

That very afternoon, the two of them began processing the divorce procedures and asset division.

This constituted a massive sum of wealth. Following the entire suite of processes, to actually secure the divorce certificates after the cooling-off period concluded still required three days' time.

"Alright, now that the matter has been processed, you can head back to continue coaxing Tiffany Rose, lest she harbors suspicions."

Adrian hadn't expected her to be this impatient to drive him away, feeling that something was somewhat amiss, "But by your side..."

"I'm perfectly fine. The hospital's treatment solution hasn't been delivered yet, they merely had me take medications temporarily for now. Besides, isn't the patent the most critical thing right now? Do not fail my painstaking efforts."

The gaze Vivian directed toward him was filled to the brim with reliance, as though he was her absolute entire world.

Adrian suppressed the doubt in his chest.

Vivian was glaringly acting entirely for his benefit.

"Alright, I'll leave the matters on this end to you."

With that, he turned and hurriedly departed.

The smile at the corners of Vivian’s mouth faded away instantly, and she spun around to leave as well.

Only three days remained until she shook off this man completely; his absence during these few days was actually excellent, making it even more convenient for her to handle the subsequent maneuvers.

Three days slipped by in a flash.

At nine o'clock this morning, the sunlight was beautifully bright.

Vivian and Adrian arrived precisely on time outside the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Today, she wore a red pencil skirt that contoured her graceful figure.

Her long hair was swept high up into a bun, her gaze crisp and clear.

Gazing at her radiant, dazzling appearance, Adrian lost his focus for a moment, constantly feeling that she looked particularly different today.

"Honey, let's head inside."

Stepping onto her high heels, she stroded in with absolute determination, as though charging onto a battlefield.

Adrian forcefully suppressed the tiny shred of reluctance in his heart, rapidly keeping pace.

An hour later, the two of them stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau holding their divorce certificates.

The radiant light above cascaded down onto Vivian’s body, plating her form in a layer of dazzling golden light.

Her entire being felt thoroughly refreshed, the smile at the corners of her lips virtually impossible to restrain.

Adrian was just about to say something to her when an urgent notification popped up on his phone screen.

It was dispatched from Tiffany. He pressed his lips together, his face displaying a trace of impatience.

"Honey, the patent press conference is scheduled to begin this afternoon. I'm going to prepare right now; wait for my excellent news."

He spoke with absolute solemnity, stepping forward to give her a tight, lingering embrace before turning to depart.

Right up until the exact millisecond his silhouette vanished completely from her field of vision, she finally lost all control, bursting into a loud, roaring laugh.

Laughing with an absolute, unprecedented lightness.

The clouds of shadow that had accumulated tightly in her chest were entirely dissipated at this very moment.

She picked up her phone and dialed Pearl's number.

"Pearl, come over to my place to celebrate my divorce."

"Finally divorced? I'll prepare the absolute best red wine and head over immediately."

Pearl's tone sounded even more ecstatic than her own.

Half an hour later, Pearl arrived at the door clutching two bottles of Pétrus.

The two of them sat onto the apartment sofa. While drinking the wine, Pearl flashed a massive thumbs-up.

"Vivian, this continuous chain of strategies from you truly is masterful! Calculating from your mother-in-law's birthday straight down to the reactions of every single person like Tiffany and Adrian, and in the end, even making him willingly depart completely empty-handed..."

This sounded incredibly satisfying, but only Pearl understood the hardships and trials she had experienced over this past month.

Terrified that a single wrong step would be taken, but fortunately, she was finally on the verge of escaping the bitter sea.

Right at this exact moment, Vivian's phone ringtone echoed.

It was a call from Adrian.

She leisurely waited for a fair moment before clicking the speakerphone to accept the call.

"Honey, Tiffany saw my divorce certificate and decided to directly announce the patent's cooperation with Cross Group at the two o'clock press conference this afternoon. Suffer a bit longer; the moment the patent is bound to Cross Group, we will immediately remarry."

The excitement in his lowered voice was impossible to mask.

He had come specially to pass her the inside word!

Sitting to the side, Pearl was nearly driven to absolute death from laughter.

Vivian, however, maintained a face of total composure, her tone carrying zero difference from usual.

"Alright, I'll pay attention precisely on time, waiting for a magnificent surprise."

The call disconnected, and she turned her head to look toward Pearl, "You heard it too—two o'clock. The subsequent matters will rely on your assistance."

"Understood." Pearl flashed a wink at her, utterly impatient to deploy her actions.