"Hello, Uncle Quentin. I want a divorce from Robert."
Quentin Carter, Robert's uncle, was the only person Robert feared the most.
After ending the call, I turned around and walked away under the stunned gazes of everyone in the room.
"Claire, don't think you can do whatever you want just because my uncle supports you."
Robert tried to come after me.
But Victoria suddenly grabbed his arm tightly.
"Mr. Carter... I... I can't handle the sight of blood..."
"Victoria? Victoria!" Robert immediately caught her as she swayed. Then he scooped her into his arms and hurried toward the exit.
As he passed me, he didn't even stop.
After taking a few steps, however, he glanced back.
"I'm taking Victoria to the hospital first. Whatever this is, we'll talk about it when we get home."
Home?
Wha
