Chapter 4

Before, her suits and dresses had always been arranged by color and occasion. She only needed to reach out and pick one.

But now, the closet was a complete mess. The deep blue custom silk blouse she planned to wear today was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s my blouse?”

Luke hurried over, stammering,

“I thought it looked a bit dirty, so… I threw it in the washing machine…”

Kim rushed into the laundry room, yanking out the shrunken designer piece worth tens of thousands. The veins at her temples throbbed.

“Luke! This is wool and mulberry silk! It has to be dry-cleaned!

“If you don’t know how to handle it, send it to the cleaners! Let the professionals deal with it. Why are you trying to show off?”

At the breakfast table, the atmosphere was even more suffocating.

The fried eggs Luke made were burned, and the warm milk was cold.

Samantha sat there, poking at the blackened egg with her fork.

“What is this? Is it even edible?”

Her face was full of irritation, making Luke’s expression turn ugly.

“Samantha, it’s my first time cooking…”

“Cool, I don’t want to hear it.”

“You can’t even make a simple meal. Other than conceiving me, what else can you even do?”

She had grown up indulged in comfort, pampered endlessly by Kim, spoiled into a true young lady with a sharp temper.

Luke couldn’t take those words.

His face flushed red as he pointed at Samantha and snapped.

“Samantha! I’m your father! Is that how you talk to me? After all these years of education, did it all go to waste? Is this what Dylan taught you?”

“I’m leaving. I’m not eating.” Samantha rolled her eyes, grabbed her phone, and walked out.

“Just looking at you two killed my appetite.”

Kim’s stomach churned as she looked at the mess in front of her, listening to Luke’s complaints.

For the first time, she suddenly missed me.

I had always been quiet and meticulous, taking care of her perfectly.

Before, she thought anyone could do it, as long as she paid them. Now she realized that without me, life simply didn’t function.

“Shut up!”

Kim grabbed her car keys and rushed out as if escaping. “What bad luck!”

At the office, Kim realized she couldn’t find an important contract.

Before, I had always organized these documents at home and sent them to her secretary for filing.

Her secretary said nervously, “Ms. Foster, Mr. Cooper… your ex-husband didn’t hand over this part of the work.”

Kim slammed her pen down in anger.

There was an important business dinner that night, and family members were expected to attend.

It was a perfect opportunity for the Fosters to present a harmonious family image and stabilize their stock price.

Without a second thought, Kim picked up her phone and dialed my number.

It rang twice before I answered.

“Hello.” My voice was calm, without a ripple.

Kim spoke as if it were only natural to command me.

“Dylan, are you done throwing a tantrum? If you are, come back now. The house is a mess.

“Luke doesn’t know any better, and you need to teach him. There’s a dinner tonight. Get changed, and I’ll come pick you up.”

Her tone was certain, as if I were still waiting somewhere in the shadows for her attention.

On the other end, I let out a soft chuckle.

“Ms. Foster, did you forget something?”

“Forget what?” Kim said impatiently.

“We’re already divorced. You signed the agreement yourself.”