Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Chapter 297 It’s Our Fault

natural for Stevie and Vivien toworry about it However, Becky explained it was amisunderstanding and that she would fix it. Becky was an independent woman. With that, Stevie believed inhis daughter. So along with his wife, they didn’t pry further, notwanting to make her feel bad. But now, Elmore had traveled a long way from Courtbush toBluepond to visit him. Stevie figured it must have something todo with Devin and Rory. Elmore came back home around four in the afternoon. Vivienhappened to be at home that day. She unwillingly accommodatedthe unwanted guest with a fake smile. They exchanged pleasantries out of courtesy, though it was all an act. After all, Elmore was an elder who mastered being elusive through time. He was a cunning person indeed. On the otherhand, Vivien couldn’t help being annoyed with him. she hadsomeone inform her husband at work to come home thatinstant. Upon hearing the sound of the car engine outside the villa, Vivien breathed a sigh of relief and continued with her coffee. Stevie opened the door and stepped

senses, he sat beside Vivien andasked, “Why didn’t you tell me that you’d be coming here toBluepond? I could have arranged for someone to pick you up.”Elmore replied, laughing, “It’s alright. It’s not my first timecoming here, not to mention that the purpose of my visit is todiscuss an important matter with you.” While Stevie had a rough guess, he pretended to be clueless about it. “May I ask what brought you here?”. “Good news! It’s good news,” Elmore exclaimed, followed by a fewcoughs. Shifting his gaze to the man behind him, he ordered,”Carl, bring the file to Mr. Ramos.” Carl swiftly took out the file he had already prepared in hisbriefcase, put it on the table, and faced the couple in front of him.”Mr. and Mrs. Ramos, this is the compensation Mr. Casper isgiving to your daughter.” After Carl’s brief explanation, Elmore sighed. “It’s our fault. Ifailed to discipline my descendants, leaving Becky to suffer attheir hands. These days, every time I think of her,