Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 33 Surprise, Surprise

The timing was uncanny as Johnson slowly entered. Immediately after, he exclaimed, “Where is everyone?! Where the hell did they-”

Before he could finish, he became wide–eyed and froze when he saw me sitting on the couch. I smiled and tipped my head at him. “Mr. Hyger.”

It took him a while to close his mouth, and he stammered, “M–Mrs. Murphy!”

“Are you surprised to see me?” I continued smiling at him. “Come and sit down. Don’t worry. I’ve already sent the workers away.”

“Uh… I need to call the foreman to calculate the work hours first,” Johnson excused himself and rushed out.

“Johnson, calling the foreman isn’t that urgent, is it?” I was calm, but my icy tone echoed throughout the spacious room,

Johnson halted, then turned around in panic and confusion. His lips twitched, and his face paled.

“I thought you might want to listen to what I have to say,” I observed the beads of sweat forming on Johnson’s forehead. “Do my words carry no weight to you anymore, John?”

My words dripped with sarcasm. Back then, Johnson used to rush toward me, calling out “Chlo” from a

distance.

He wiped his face. His expression was pale and heavy as he approached the couch hesitantly.

been like a sister to me.

gesturing for him to take a

didn’t expect you to

looked at him provocatively, saying, “Shouldn’t I have

around the room, pretending to admire it, “Lovely house.

like.”

eyes narrowed slightly, and he clenched his fists. “Y–Yes, it’s good

“So, you need to tell me who Mr. Murphy prepared this

throat. “W–What are you talking about, Sis? Mr. Murphy did this for you, of course!”

be appreciative.

things for me.”

words left my mouth. I

been quite the

forced a smile. “As we should be. Oh, I mean, it’s

it that way.

Corporation for a few years. Things have changed, haven’t

to roam the streets, eating buns and pickles by the roadside.

different from

ashamed. Matthew knows how to play

all.

I…. Johnson wiped the sweat from his forehead.