Chapter 2 I Find Them Dirty

• Amanda sat beside Elias, feeling no sense of happiness like she used to. When she recalled the woman he brought home that morning, she could not help but gag. The words he said remained ringing in her ears… 'She's pregnant, so let's get a divorce.' Screw this. I've lost my appetite.
• Howard piped up, "Elias, you guys have been registered for a year. When are you going to give Amanda a ceremony? It's unfair to her."
• She stayed quiet while Elias half-heartedly replied, "Not now." Once they were divorced, a wedding ceremony would be redundant.
• Howard's smile instantly disappeared as he snorted. "Not now? How long are you going to wait? When will I get a great-grandchild?"
• This time, Amanda looked up and smiled before Elias could say anything. "Grandpa, your great-grandchild will be coming soon."
• Elias tensed up and looked at the woman beside him with a cold, vicious gaze as if warning her, You're dead if you dare to spout any nonsense!
• However, she ignored him. Isn't that woman pregnant? Grandpa will soon have a great-grandchild that way. As for mine, I'm aborting it tomorrow. Ha. How ironic.
• "Really? You guys have planned it? That's great! I'll get someone to create a name for my great-grandbaby." Howard was grinning from ear to ear.
• After dinner, Amanda and Elias left the manor together, and he stopped to mock her once they were outside. "Don't tell me you're going to get yourself pregnant so you can manipulate Grandpa into maintaining our marriage."
• She calmly replied, "I'm not."
• "Then, why did you say those words to him?" He narrowed his eyes.
• "Aren't you going to tell him your lover is pregnant?"
• That rendered Elias speechless as he thought Amanda would try something, but it turned out he was overthinking things. After sneering, he retorted, "Of course, I'm going to tell Grandpa. I'll get my lawyer to bring the divorce papers to you tomorrow. I can give you any compensation you want, including the villa you're currently living in."
• "I don't want anything from you. Please get everything done tomorrow morning. I have other things to attend to." Though she seemed calm on the surface, her heart was bleeding because she had to visit the hospital for her abortion once she signed the papers. She could not help but wonder how her life became like this.
• "Whatever," he replied flatly and left.
• …
• The next morning, Elias sent his lawyer to the villa to finalize his divorce with Amanda. The lawyer handed her a divorce agreement to sign. "Mrs. Winters, just sign your name here. Also, these properties, vehicles, and bank cards are compensations from Mr. Winters. He said you may do whatever you want with them."
• Without skimming them, Amanda readily signed her name on the last page. "Please tell Elias I won't accept these things. They're too dirty to my liking."
• Stunned, the lawyer nodded.
• After seeing the lawyer out the door, she packed her bags and took one last look at the villa she had lived in for a year. Her traces were everywhere, and she was a little reluctant to leave. Perhaps, she would never return here ever again.
• While she stood in the living room, she recalled the scene of Elias and his lover and felt her stomach churn. Elias Winters, our relationship ends here. Goodbye forever.
• …
• Amanda arrived at the hospital as scheduled and prepared for her abortion procedure. "Amanda Bailey, it's your turn. Come inside."
• Hearing that, she was startled and jumped to her feet. She touched her flat abdomen and felt guilty because she was about to end a tiny life. While lying on the cold operation table, she heard the surgeon coldly instruct her, "Get on the table, take off your pants, and spread your legs…" She stiffly followed the doctor's orders.
• Unsure whether she was hallucinating, Amanda suddenly felt her abdomen move. But I'm only seven weeks in, so how can there be fetal movement? Nah. I'm hallucinating.
• When she shut her eyes, the scenes of her past with Elias uncontrollably appeared, filling her heart with hatred. Suddenly, she heard a cute voice calling her, "Mommy!"
• Her eyes widened frantically, and she looked at the blinding surgical lights as a thought emerged. Then, she shot up from the table and ran out of the operating theater…
• …
• Four years later, at Imperia Airport.
• "Are you out? There's not much time left. We still have to meet with our client to discuss the details. This time, it's a huge client, so we're gonna make a lot."
• "Okay. I understand. Come and get me."
• Amanda donned a pair of black sunglasses that concealed most of her face, and she was pushing a suitcase with a yawning child on top. The child was her son, Aiden Bailey. He was three years old and resembled a certain sc*mbag the older he grew.
• "Mommy, I'm tired…"
• "Aiden, I have to meet a client later, so I can't send you home and have to bring you with me. Be good, and I'll get you something delicious after," she cajoled the child like she was coaxing a baby.
• However, the child rolled his eyes at her. "Come on, Mommy. I'm already three. I can understand if you speak properly. What's more, I have always been good."
• Speechless, Amanda sometimes felt that not only did her son look like that sc*mbag, but he also inherited the sc*mbag's personality.
• "Amanda! Over here!" Helean Connor, who was responsible for picking her up, waved at them.
• The smiling lady walked toward him with her luggage, which he then took and loaded into the car. "Let's head over and talk about the case with our client. They seemed quite anxious."
• "Let's go."
• Half an hour later, the car slowly stopped at the entrance of a skyscraper.
• "Aiden, you must stay close, or else I'll get angry and punish you!" Amanda exhorted the excitedly jumping child beside her.
• "Okay, okay. You nag too much, Mommy."
• The two then entered the building. However, since it had been four years, she had no idea that the skyscraper before her was the new location for Winters Enterprise. In other words, Elias was inside this skyscraper at that moment.
• Helean went straight to the reception table and was greeted by a smiling receptionist. "Welcome. Do you have a reservation?"
• "We do. It's under Helean Connor from Justice & Associates," he informed her.
• It was only then that Amanda noticed the stylish words behind the receptionist—Winters Enterprise! She instantly paled, and her eyes filled with surprise as she turned to Helean. "So, our new client is Winters Enterprise?"
• "Yep." He was clueless as to how serious the matter was about to get. At that point, she had an urge to wheel around and leave.