DUMPING MY BILLIONAIRE WIFE

CHAPTER 10

Inside the car, Kennah was holding her phone tightly in her hand.

The luxury vehicle moved smoothly through the wet streets while rain continued falling outside. The windshield wipers moved left and right again and again, clearing the water so the driver could see the road ahead.

Kennah leaned back slightly in her seat.

Her expression looked calm on the outside, but inside her mind, many thoughts were running one after another.

She replayed the scene she had just witnessed.

Earl kneeling on the ground.

Holding his unconscious father.

Soaked in the rain.

And instead of calling her for help… he called someone else.

That thought bothered her more than she wanted to admit.

Slowly, she raised her phone again and made another call.

It rang only once before the other person answered.

“Damon,” she said quietly.

For a moment, she stayed silent.

Her eyes moved toward the window where the rain was sliding slowly down the glass.

She remembered something.

“Earl was living with his father,” she said after a few seconds.

Her voice sounded softer now.

“And I know how much he cared for him.”

She took a deep sigh.

“Tell me, Damon… was I too harsh?”

The question surprised even herself.

On the other side of the phone, Damon did not answer immediately.

Kennah looked down at her hand.

Her fingers slowly tightened around the phone.

“If you hadn’t stopped me,” she continued quietly, “I would’ve rushed toward that stupid restaurant owner and slapped him in his face.”

Her voice carried a hint of frustration.

Earlier, when she saw the restaurant owner push Earl and his father outside, anger had rushed through her body. She had almost opened the car door to interfere.

But Damon stopped her through the phone call.

“You’re still thinking about him, Kennah,” Damon finally replied.

His tone was calm, but there was a slight warning in his voice.

“He will only lead you to trouble.”

Kennah frowned slightly.

“Are you some kind of stupid?” Damon continued bluntly. “I mean look… if you bring him to the Muller family, your mother and father would be unhappy again.”

Kennah stayed quiet.

The Muller family.

One of the wealthiest and most powerful families in the city.

Status meant everything to them.

Reputation meant everything.

Someone like Earl — a poor man who delivered pizza and lived in a small rental apartment — would never be accepted by them.

Kennah already knew that.

She had always known.

“Alright,” Kennah said after a moment.

Her tone returned to something colder and more controlled.

“If Earl were half as intelligent as you, that would be great.”

There was a short pause.

“Kennah…” Damon said calmly.

His voice sounded careful, like he was choosing his words.

“Then why don’t you… consider—”

“But…” Kennah suddenly interrupted him.

Her voice cut him off before he could finish.

She looked down at the phone again.

“What else can I do?” she said quietly.

Her eyes showed something complicated for a moment.

“I loved him.”

She paused for a few seconds.

The words felt strange even to herself.

“Well… I’ll have to hang up the phone, Damon,” she added. “Call you later.”

Without waiting for his reply, Kennah ended the call.

The car became quiet again.

Only the sound of rain and the soft humming of the engine filled the space.

Kennah slowly lowered the phone.

Then she leaned slightly forward and looked toward the driver.

“Where is that car now that we’re following?” she asked.

The driver looked into the rear-view mirror nervously before answering.

“Ma’am… that car has a special license plate.”

Kennah frowned.

“Special how?” she asked.

Her tone sounded impatient.

“I know this city has a lot of special licenses,” she continued. “But who else could be outranking my family, the Mullers?”

The driver hesitated slightly before answering.

“Yes… the plate has triple zero.”

Kennah’s brows slowly pulled together.

“The Muller family only has two zeros,” the driver continued carefully.

Kennah’s expression slowly changed.

“It’s… Meave Castillon,” the driver said. “The richest woman in the city.”

For a moment, Kennah did not speak.

The car continued moving through the rainy street.

Her mind struggled to process what she just heard.

“That's impossible,” she said slowly.

Her voice sounded cold.

“How could the wealthiest woman in this city hang out with Earl…”

Her eyes became darker.

“That pathetic, weak, and very dependent man…”

The rain had already stopped when they arrived at the Castillon Mansion.

The huge estate stood quietly behind tall gates and stone walls. Soft lights illuminated the long driveway, making the wet ground shine like glass. The mansion itself looked grand and peaceful, with tall windows and elegant architecture that showed power and wealth.

Inside one of the guest rooms, Earl’s father was lying on a comfortable bed.

Medical equipment stood quietly beside him, softly beeping from time to time. The wound on his head had already been cleaned and treated by the medical team. A white bandage was wrapped around his head, and he was now resting peacefully.

Earl sat on a chair next to the bed.

His clothes had already been changed into something dry, but his hair was still slightly damp. His hands rested on his knees while his eyes stayed fixed on his father’s face.

He looked exhausted.

Not just physically, but emotionally.

The room was quiet except for the gentle breathing of his father.

“Dad…” Earl said softly.

His voice was low, almost like he was afraid of disturbing the silence.

“I’m sorry for something like this to happen.”

He lowered his head slightly.

“If only I could earn more… then maybe things will be better.”

His fingers slowly tightened together.

As a man, he felt like he had failed.

His father had spent his entire life working hard just to raise him. Carrying trash, doing difficult work every single day just so Earl could go to school and have a chance for a better life.

But now…

Even after graduating.

Even after trying so hard.

He still couldn’t give his father the life he deserved.

He blamed himself.

For not being successful enough.

For not providing enough.

For letting his father suffer like this.

His chest felt tight as those thoughts filled his mind.

He looked down at the floor, his eyes slowly becoming red.

For a moment, he felt like crying.

Then the door behind him opened quietly.

Earl quickly wiped his eyes and sat up straight.

Meave Castillon stepped into the room.

She looked calm as always.

Her long hair rested neatly over her shoulders, and her posture remained elegant and confident. Even inside the quiet room, she carried the same composed presence she had earlier in the rain.

When she entered, her eyes briefly noticed Earl’s expression.

She saw the vulnerable side of him.

But she also saw how quickly he tried to hide it the moment he noticed her.

“Oh…” Earl said, standing up politely.

“Thank you for making us stay here for a moment.”

His voice sounded sincere but careful.

“I promise we’ll leave as soon as possible.”

Meave shook her head slightly.

“No… it’s okay,” she replied calmly.

“You do not need to leave the place.”

She looked around the room for a moment before continuing.

“Besides, the Castillon family has a huge estate.”

Her voice remained gentle but clear.

“If you want, we could arrange it and help your father transfer from my facility.”

Earl blinked slightly.

“My medical team has the best doctors at hand,” she added.

The words felt unbelievable.

Someone like him… being offered such help from the richest woman in the city.

Earl hesitated for a moment.

Then he slowly nodded.

“If it’s not too much to ask…”

Meave gave a small smile.

She didn’t say anything more.

Instead, she quietly turned around and walked out of the room.

A few moments later, both of them were sitting inside the back seat of an expensive car.

The vehicle moved smoothly along the road, heading toward the medical facility Meave had mentioned earlier.

The city lights passed outside the window one by one.

Inside the car, silence filled the space.

Earl sat beside Meave, his hands resting on his lap while his mind wandered somewhere else.

The contract.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

How could he not?

That contract had everything he needed.

Money.

Security.

Medical care for his father.

A new life.

All of it… offered to him with only two conditions.

Help her with her treatment.

And accompany her son, Emman.

Earl slowly looked down.

But one question still remained in his mind.

What exactly was her illness?

Meave had mentioned before that she suffered from some kind of phobia.

But what kind of illness required something like marriage?

Why would she need a man’s help for treatment?

Earl didn’t understand it yet.

Beside him, Meave was sitting quietly.

But inside, she felt very uneasy.

Her fingers slowly tightened around the small purse she was holding.

Her breathing became slightly heavier.

Inside her mind, a thought appeared.

“Normally, I would have one episode per week.”

She looked outside the window, trying to calm herself.

“But knowing I missed my medical today…”

Her fingers gripped the purse harder.

“I would have been into four episodes by now.”

Her body felt tense.

Like something inside her was slowly building up.

She tightened her grip even more, almost as if she was trying to tear the purse apart with her fingers.

Earl noticed it.

He turned his head slightly and looked at her.

Her hands were shaking a little.

Her expression looked strained.

“Is something wrong?”