Chapter 157 Hello, Mr. Divorcee
Lucian was about to return to the company after leaving Calista’s apartment, but Selena called
him back home.
As the car stopped, he rubbed his temples and lit a cigarette before exiting the door.
The atmosphere in the living room was heavy. Macy was not present, and his father and mother sat on the couch with cold expressions, not even turning to look at him when he entered.
Lucian began, “Dad, Mom.”
He was about to sit down when Selena shot him a sharp look and said, “Did I tell you to sit down? Well, I suppose it’s no surprise. Since you’re so great now, you went through with your divorce without any discussion. So just sitting on the couch would be no big deal.”
Lucian was speechless. He had anticipated that Selena would be very angry when she found out about this, and he had planned to have a calm conversation at some point.
However, he didn’t expect the news to trend before he had the chance.
He sighed and said, “Mom, you can take out your anger on me, but don’t use this sarcastic tone.”
“Am I being sarcastic?”
Selena was infuriated.
“What did Calista do wrong? She married into our family for three years, worked hard, never complained, and never minded your lack of skills or your coldness. Are you divorcing her for Lily,
that woman who can’t even hold her own in public?”
Lucian kept hearing Calista’s name in the two days since the divorce. He pressed his throbbing temple with frustration and turned his gaze to Henry.
Henry gave him a helpless look. He was just here to support Selena. He had no say in the family’s
affairs, big or small.
Lucian couldn’t help but think he was an embarrassment to men. On the other hand, Henry was
thinking of preparing a wedding gift for when Lucian’s ex–wife remarries.
Selena’s raised voice brought him back to reality.
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“Tell me, do you regret it?”
He was getting a headache from her nagging and replied, “Mom, I’ve already divorced her.”
As soon as he said this, the living room fell silent.
Selena looked at him and felt he wasn’t speaking out of grief or anger. He wanted nothing more to
do with her since they were divorced.
She calmed down and said, “Fine, since you’ve decided, I won’t force you. Although I like Calista,
ultimately, it’s your relationship. You won’t be happy in a forced marriage. It might make things
worse and turn you two against each other.”
Lucian’s expression darkened, and he bit his lip silently.
Selena continued, “You may not be married anymore, but I like Calista. I think of her as my
daughter.”
Lucian couldn’t help but hold his head in his hands.
“She is my wife.”
“Ex–wife,” Selena glared at him, “you’re her brother from now on. If you meet any talented young
men around her, keep an eye out.”
She remembered something and asked, “How did it go with Paul’s parents? Did you talk to them
about their stance on Paul marrying a divorced woman?”
As she spoke, she kept a close eye on Lucian. However, he remained composed, his gaze calm,
showing no signs of jealousy or anger, at most a hint of annoyance.
But she felt his annoyance wasn’t because he cared; it was just irritation.
Lucian replied, “I’ve asked, and they mind a lot. They don’t consider women from average families,
let alone divorced ones. They also don’t want anyone who has dated. They want someone young,
beautiful, highly educated, capable of managing the household, and taking care of the elders and
children… ”
The more Selena heard, the wider her eyes became, and she exclaimed in anger, “Is his family
preparing for a royal succession? Do they want a princess for him? Paul is an educated and refined
young man; how does he end up with such peculiar parents? They’re lowering the overall
standards.”
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“So, don’t just introduce anyone randomly. No one is that simple in our circle. Calista is so foolish,
she would be eaten alive.”
Selena was about to say more, but Lucian had already left them and gone upstairs.
That night, Calista had her phone turned off.
The next day, when she turned it on, she found that the news she bought to have it trending had disappeared, and several social media influencers had refunded her money.
They said the same thing: “Sorry, we won’t publish this news.”
Even the controversial post on Facebook that had sparked arguments had vanished. Overnight, the matter had gone silent, leaving no ripples behind.
This was undoubtedly orchestrated by someone worried about Lily’s reputation. After all, how could the future Mrs. Northwood be labeled as a homewrecker?
Calista was relieved that she had divorced and didn’t have to face all of this as Lucian’s wife
anymore.
There was a loud knock on her door, and she hurriedly collected her thoughts to answer it.
The person knocking at the door was Hector. Despite the cool weather, he was sweating. He let out a long sigh of relief when Calista opened the door.
However, his tone was stern as he reprimanded her, “Why was your phone off? I knocked, and there was no response. I was worried that something had happened to you!”
At that moment, Calista felt like she was getting a lecture as his subordinate and quickly
straightened her back.
Hector froze; he knew he had been too harsh.
He cleared his throat and said, “I was just worried about you.”
Calista was still bewildered and asked, “Do you need something from me?”
“I was scared. With all the chaos online yesterday and your sudden disappearance.”
Hector wore a worried expression. He suddenly opened his arms and pulled Calista into a tight
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“Promise me, no matter what happens, you won’t take it too hard.”
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Calista felt that Hector’s words had an odd emotional undertone, but before she could ask him, there was a loud bang.
Both of them turned to look toward the sound. Selena and Lucian were standing not far away, looking at them.
Selena had dropped the fruits she had brought on the ground.
Lucian had a gloomy expression, while Selena looked shocked. She glanced at Calista and then at Hector.
Calista met her gaze and hurriedly tried to push away from Hector, who embraced her tightly.
But Hector wasn’t about to let go in front of Lucian. He pulled Calista even closer.
“Hello, Mr. Divorcee! How are you?”
He gestured with his chin toward the fruit on the ground and asked, “Is this a gift or an apology?”
