Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money

Chapter 8

After replying to the messages, Cynthia tried to call Mitchell but could not get through. Knowing that she had to go to the old villa tonight and not wanting any surprises, she sent him at message. “Text me when you arrive in Jiverton. We’ll meet tomorrow.” If Mitchell came looking for her on his own, she would be at a disadvantage. It would be better for her to take the initiative to talk to him. She sighed inwardly. She could have refused more easily if it were old man Yates, but it had to be Mitchell…

Time passed quickly. By the time she got dressed and was

ready to leave, it was almost six o’clock. After receiving a call from Mr. Walters, she quickly left the house. When she got into the car, she saw Joshua was there as well.

He was still wearing the same suit from earlier that day. His disheveled hair framed his cool, indifferent face, giving him an air of disarrayed beauty. Cynthia did not start a conversation with him, and the car smoothly headed toward the old villa.

As they were almost there, Joshua finally broke the silence, considering what they had to discuss that day. “If Mom asks. you later why you don’t like me, what are you going to say?”

“I’ll tell her the truth.”

“Cynthia.”

“Hm?”

“If you mention the Jayleen incident, my parents and grandfather won’t agree to our divorce.” Joshua’s handsome face took on a colder expression, and his eyes were covered in

a layer of frost.

Cynthia thought his concern was baseless. “Who said I was going to mention Jayleen?”

Joshua paused, a suspicion hanging in his mind. “What do you mean?”

“I simply don’t like you.” Cynthia explained it once more, speaking casually, “I find you uninteresting and not worth it.

Right now, all she could think about was Mitchell’s arrival. She did not have the energy to engage in a battle of wits with Joshua. Joshua wanted to believe that she was just being spiteful, but Cynthia’s reaction told him that she was serious and she truly did not like him anymore.

The thought left him feeling irritable. An indescribable emotion weighed heavily on his heart, lingering for a long time.

“Master Joshua, Mrs. Neal, we’ve arrived,” Mr. Walters announced, opening the car door.

Joshua and Cynthia got out of the car. Just as he was about to remind Cynthia that they had to put on a show for his family before bringing up the divorce, she calmly took his arm and said, “Let’s go.”

Joshua could not help but wonder if she had been pretending to be clueless around him all this time.

They entered the old villa, walked through the courtyard, and headed to the main building. The Old Neal Manor was similar to a hacienda, with a vast building area. By the time they arrived, everyone else had already gathered.

It was just a small family dinner. Aside from the two of them, only their grandparents, parents, and the housekeeper were present. As they entered, everyone greeted them warmly. Mrs. Neal Senior, in particular, pulled Cynthia to sit beside her, and the two of them chatted happily.

Observing the scene, Joshua’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. His intuition told him that getting a divorce might not be so easy after all.

“Mr. Ferguson, please serve the food.”

“Yes, Master.”

variety of delicious dishes were brought

their

“You two have been married for

rush,”

Man Neal seemed quite displeased with Joshua.

Joshua fell silent.

swallowed the food in her

shot her a sideways glance. Was she doing

treating you badly? If he’s not treating you well, just tell us, and

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up for you.”

should never have to

“Grandpa, I am a

his grandson were a mix of love and exasperation. “Cynthia plays chess with me, practices. calligraphy with me, and accompanies me during my standing meditation. What

to manage the Neal

“No.”

know

serving utensils to offer Old Man Neal

best,” Old

a glimpse of Cynthia pleasing the elders, and a hint of happiness that he did not even notice himself emerged from deep within

parents were polite to her, they did not genuinely like her either. Aristocratic families valued equal social status, but they had already registered their marriage,

Old Man Neal grew fond

often call Joshua to ask if she

a small family dinner. Aside from the two of them, only their grandparents, parents, and the housekeeper were present. As they entered, everyone greeted them warmly. Mrs. Neal Senior, in particular, pulled Cynthia to sit beside her, and the two of them

scene, Joshua’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. His intuition told him that getting a divorce might not be so

please

“Yes, Master.”

of delicious

everyone enjoyed their meal until

throat and broached a subject. “You two have been married for two years now. When do you plan to have

no rush,”

I ask you?” Old Man Neal seemed quite displeased

Joshua fell silent.

the food in her mouth before responding,

sideways glance. Was

treating you badly? If he’s not treating you well, just tell

up for you.”

be afraid. Our family members should never have to endure wrongfulness,” Old

“Grandpa, I am a

Old Man Neal retorted and his feelings toward his grandson were a mix of love and exasperation. “Cynthia plays chess with me, practices. calligraphy with

you want me to manage the

“No.”