John sped all the way back to the family estate.
He practically kicked the car door open. Clutching the crumpled divorce certificate, he stormed inside with a murderous aura around him, frightening the servants into moving out of his way.
He barged straight into the study on the second floor, where Helen was sitting by the window, leisurely sipping coffee.
John slammed the divorce certificate down on the coffee table in front of her. The rosewood surface gave a dull thud.
"Mom! What the hell is going on?!" His voice trembled as he struggled to suppress his rage. "What did you trick me into signing? Did you go to Sabrina? Did you force her to divorce me? Otherwise, how could she possibly..."
Helen set down her cup and glanced at the divorce certificate, not surprised in the slightest.
