What Separates Me and You

Lewis watched her impassively and witnessed her tear off another page.

Conrad stole a glimpse at Lewis. Wasn't he going to stop her?

When Josephine took yet another document, Conrad could finally take it no more and lunged forward to hold onto it. His voice trembled as he said, "Y-You can't tear this!" That was an agreement for a government tender. He couldn't do anything if she tore it.

She glanced at him, confused and wondering why he was so afraid. But she released her hold on the document. There were many more on the desk anyway.

Conrad held the document in his arms as he wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, trembling from the fright. He sheepishly asked Lewis, "Sir, should I tidy the table for you? I'll keep the more important documents away." Although his smile was unwavering, he secretly grumbled, "He can definitely keep the madam entertained by allowing her to rip apart these documents, but I'll have a handful after this."

It didn't matter to Lewis as he would only have to give Conrad the orders.

Lewis checked his watch and said, "Go ahead." Then, he added, "Oh, right. Has Quintin signed the divorce agreement?"

Josephine's ears perked up at the mention of Quintin's name. She stared intently at Lewis.

Conrad replied, "I'll phone him to follow up later. But it won't be much of a hassle with Mr. Fowler's help."

Lewis nodded slightly. Then, he went to Josephine, pulled her up, and led her out. "Let's go and have something to eat."

She quickly followed, hugging the tablet in her arms. They went to the parking lot. Lewis received Nancy's call when he had just entered the car. He connected his phone to the car via Bluetooth and drove out of the parking lot as Nancy's voice rang out. "Lewis, have you contacted your father recently? That geezer hasn't been home for more than ten days, and I can't reach him by phone either! Where the hell is he?"

Lewis replied calmly, "No, I haven't. Have you been unable to contact him?"

"I wouldn't be calling you if I could reach him. Come back tonight, and let's talk about the possibility of him eloping with his mistress."

Robert no longer had to care about the company since he had let go of his duties. He also had a considerable amount of fortune, so he could definitely run away with his wealth and mistress to somewhere he could enjoy himself to the fullest.

"Right. Let's talk about it when I'm back." Lewis directly hung up after that. He wasn't in a rush to return to Alvarez Manor. Instead, he took Josephine to a restaurant.

However, Josephine had eaten too many snacks in the afternoon. She could barely eat a few mouthfuls at the restaurant before she was full. She preferred snacks over regular meals.

Meanwhile, Damian and Hilary were begging Quintin, who they grounded, to open the door. It was because of the divorce agreement Conrad gave them.

Damian bet his bottom dollar that he could ensure Quintin signed the divorce agreement. However, it had been nearly a week, yet Quintin still refused to sign it.

Furthermore, under their coercion, Quintin had locked himself inside his room and had gone without water or food for three days.

Damian was like a cat on a hot tin roof.

"Quintin, can you please open the door and listen to me?" Hilary was in tears out of panic. She tried her best to coax Quintin to open the door but to no avail. Quintin hadn't eaten or drunk for three days. She was worried about him.

They grew even more anxious when no response came from the other side of the door.

Damian kicked the door furiously and said to the butler, "Get me an axe and smash the door open!"

The butler nodded and immediately grabbed an axe. He started hacking the doorknob, and loud thuds rang throughout the mansion.

After more than a dozen whacks, the door lock finally gave in. Shoving the door open, Damian immediately ran in.

What he saw almost scared his soul out of his body.

Having torn the bed sheet into rags, Quintin tied the pieces together and made a noose by hanging it across the ceiling lamp.

He was now dangling off it.

"Quintin ..." Upon seeing this, Hilary's eyes rolled back into her head, and she fell unconscious.

Damian's mind went blank briefly. Then, he barked at the maids to help Quintin down.

Several people stepped forward and released Quintin from the noose. After laying him down on the floor, the butler checked his breathing. He secretly sighed in relief before informing Damian, "Master Damian, h-he's still alive."

Damian's legs gave way, and he almost blacked out like his wife. Thankfully, someone was behind him to support him. "T-This brat! Get the doctor, quick!" Damian had never experienced such fright in his life. He almost died out of the shock Quintin gave him at his age!

At that moment, the entire mansion was in turmoil.

They carried Quintin to the bed and called the family doctor, who, after a brief check-up, instantly discovered that Quintin had just only hung himself. He was unconscious because of starvation.

The doctor understood his trick almost immediately. He must've hung himself when Damian tried to break down the door to give Damian a scare. Nevertheless, his trick worked well. Hilary was still out cold and showed no signs of waking up while Damian was sitting by the side, his legs still trembling like a leaf.

Quintin stirred after taking in some glucose solution. He scanned the crowd around him, still in a trance.

"Master Damian, Master Quintin is awake."

Damian immediately came forward with the butler's help, shuffling on his shaky legs. He wept as he stared at Quintin, who was feeble.

"A-Am I dead?" asked Quintin weakly with a raspy voice.

Damian wanted to holler at Quintin but couldn't bring himself to do so at the sight of his current state. What if Quintin took it to heart and attempted suicide again? "Nonsense! You're alive and kicking. You little brat, why did you take things too hard? Your mom is now unconscious, thanks to you! You little ..."

Quintin looked at Damian sluggishly. He opened his mouth and found his throat burning. It took him a while to say, "You forced me to, didn't you?"

"You..." Damian suddenly lost his ability to speak. He mulled over his words before continuing, "Why would you go to such an extent? I can find you dozens of women like her if you want. Do you really have to threaten us with your life over her?"

Quintin shut his eyes, refusing to speak to Damian. "You know nothing."

"What the fuck do I not know—" Before Damian could finish his sentence, the butler cleared his throat, and Damian immediately swallowed the swear words he was about to say. He said, concerned, "Quintin, what can I do for you to give her up?"

Quintin shook his head. "I won't unless I'm dead."

Damian almost lost it again, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't really let his son die, could he?

Quintin was his biological son!

Just then, Conrad's call came at the worst time possible. Damian felt his world crumbling.