Dylan frowned and asked me, "Do you want to withdraw the divorce lawsuit?"

Greta definitely told him about my divorce lawsuit.

"Yes, I wanted Emilia to remain as the third party for a while longer. Otherwise, I couldn't swallow this anger!" That's what I truly thought.

Even her friends dared to show off in front of me. Why should I give up my position so quickly to accommodate them?

Dylan hesitated to speak. But in the end, a gentle smile appeared on his face, "Hmm, I support you."

After wandering for a while, Dylan and I went our separate ways. I went straight back to my own apartment.

The next day, I immediately withdrew the lawsuit. However, Frederic still got the news.

He called me, his voice cold and deep, "Where are you?"

"Do you need anything?" I asked, lying on the couch with a face mask on and eating fruits, my words muffled.

"Did you file for divorce?" Frederic asked.

"Yes, didn't you refuse to sign the divorce papers?" I sighed. "Well, I also saw the video of you saving Emilia. I was originally planning to step back and let you two be together. But last night, I met two of Emilia's friends. What they said made me realize a lot of things."

Frederic remained silent, seemingly waiting for me to continue speaking.

I continued, "Her friends said I was the third party, claiming that love doesn't have a first come, first served rule. They believed Emilia was innocent, while I was the one who harmed her. Suddenly, I was burdened with so many accusations. I definitely have to prove these 'charges' to justify myself in front of them."

"So I withdrew the lawsuit again, surprised, right?"

Frederic's breathing became slightly heavier, indicating that he was annoyed. However, I was unsure whether he was angry because I filed for divorce or because I withdrew the lawsuit.

I thought he was about to lose his temper, but instead he calmly said, "I misunderstood you regarding the incident with Emilia that my mom brought up. I have checked it and it has nothing to do with you."

I, on the contrary, didn't know how to answer.

"I am at Maple Villa. Come over. Let's talk," he said. "Or you tell me the address. I will come to find you."

As soon as I heard, I hung up the phone. I didn't want to talk to him at all!

But I underestimated Frederic's abilities. If he could find Emilia, who was on the verge of suicide, so promptly, how could he not find me?

Around six o'clock in the evening, he rang my doorbell.

I was getting ready to cook. I had just ordered some ingredients for delivery, so I thought it was the delivery. Without checking the surveillance, I opened the door directly.

The moment I saw Frederic, I quickly closed the door.

But he was faster than me and directly used his hand to block the door. Then, with a gloomy face, she almost dragged me to the living room.

"Tell me why you filed for divorce," Frederic said, placing me on the couch and then interrogating me from a position of superiority.

He may not have slept well these days. There are slight dark circles under his eyelids. His temper has worsened.

"Didn't I withdraw the lawsuit?" I asked confidently.

Frederic laughed at me and said, "Where did you learn this logic?"