Chapter 63 Let’s Get a Divorce
This was the first time Daisy had seen Vincent lose his composure like this, looking so terrified.
So he could be scared too, could lose control as well. He could worry about someone so much that his voice trembled and his face turned pale.
in the past, Daisy would have felt a bit uncomfortable about this, but now, she actually felt a bit sorry for Vanessa.
She really should have brought up divorce earlier.
As her mind wandered with these messy thoughts, hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor.
"Daddy!"
Luna rushed over from the end of the hallway, her little face flushed from running, and threw herself into Vincent's arms.
"Where's Auntie Vanessa? What happened to her? Is she going to die?"
Vincent held his daughter tight, his voice hoarse: "No, she'll be fine."
"Really?"
"Really."
Luna buried herself in his shoulder, sobbing.
When Vanessa was wheeled out lying on the bed, Vincent and Luna quickly followed, neither of them sparing Daisy a glance.
Daisy stood there, feeling somewhat out of place, then quietly left.
That evening, Daisy sat on her apartment couch, staring blankly at the night outside the window.
Her phone rang.
As expected, it was Vincent.
She looked at the name flashing on the screen, paused for a moment, then answered.
"Hello?"
Vincent's voice was hoarse and tired. "Are you free right now? I'd like to talk to you."
Daisy had a pretty good idea what he wanted to talk about.
"Okay, where?"
Half an hour later, Daisy pushed open the coffee shop door.
Vincent was already waiting there, sitting in a corner booth.
He'd changed into clean clothes, but looked terrible, with two obvious dark circles under his eyes.
Daisy sat down across from him.
"How's Vanessa?"
Vincent was silent for a second, then said: "She's fine now. Luna's with her."
Daisy nodded and said nothing more.
Vincent looked at her for a while, then took out a document from his bag, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward her.
It was labeled "Divorce Agreement." Daisy glanced down at it, her fingers brushing across the surface.
"Take a look," Vincent said. "I've adjusted the terms."
Daisy opened it and read through it page by page.
The property division section was very clear— two properties in the city center, a substantial cash settlement, and three percent of Black Group's shares.
These terms were much more generous than before.
"Luna's custody..." she began.
"Goes to me," Vincent said. "But you can see her anytime."
Daisy nodded without any objection, took a pen from her bag, and signed her name on the last page.
The pen scratched across the paper, making a soft rustling sound in the quiet café.
After the signing, she slid the agreement back to him.
Vincent looked down at the signature, his fingers slowly—
"The follow-up procedures will take some time," he said. "The property division will be a bit complicated. Wait for notification."
Daisy nodded and stood up: "If there's nothing else, I'll go now."
She got to her feet.
"Daisy."
Vincent's voice came from behind her.
She paused.
Vincent looked at her straight back, opened his mouth, and finally only managed to say: "I'm sorry."
Daisy froze slightly, then laughed bitterly. "Vincent, this isn't the first time you've wronged me, but today is the day you've treated me the best in these six years."
Vincent was stunned.
--
The days after signing were much calmer than Daisy had imagined.
There was no sense of relief like she'd expected, nor the anticipated sadness. It was like finishing a work project that had been dragging on forever—finally time to turn the page.
Every day she went to the office as usual and handled projects as usual. Her peaceful life had no ripples at all.
That afternoon, as she was organizing data for a new project, her assistant poked her head in and knocked on the door, her expression somewhat odd.
"Consultant Daisy, someone's here to see you. Says he's your former teacher."
Daisy froze, then quickly stood up.
At the door stood an elderly man with graying hair, wearing a faded checkered shirt and reading glasses, smiling at her warmly.
"Professor Owen!"
Daisy practically ran over and took hold of the old man's arm.
Professor Owen, her undergraduate adviser, was the one who had led her into the world of research.
When she left school back then, Professor Owen was so angry he didn't eat for three days, saying she was the most talented student he'd ever seen and shouldn't become some housewife.
After she married into the Blacks family, she never saw him again.
Professor Owen patted her hand and looked her up and down. "I heard you've been pretty busy lately?"
"No, not at all." She felt a bit flustered and quickly invited Professor Owen to sit down. "Professor, what brings you here?"
"I'm here for an industry summit," Professor Owen said with a smile. "I happened to hear you were working here, so I came to see you. What, not welcome?"
"Of course not!" Daisy clasped her hands together nervously. "Please sit, Professor. What would you like to drink?"
Professor Owen waved his hand, smiling. "No need to fuss. I just had my fill of water at Yuzhe's place; can't drink anything now."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on the thick stack of materials on her desk.
"New project?"
"Yes."
Professor Owen picked it up and flipped through it, his eyes lighting up.
"This approach is interesting. Daisy, did you come up with this yourself?"
Daisy nodded, a bit embarrassed. "It's not mature yet, still working on it."
Professor Owen looked at her, his eyes full of satisfaction.
"Good, very good." He said it twice. "When you left back then, I thought your life was ruined, but I never expected you'd come back and create something like this!"
Daisy lowered her head without speaking, feeling her face burning.
Professor Owen patted her shoulder. "I came to find you for one thing. Tomorrow's industry summit—are you going?"
Daisy froze. "Me?"
"Yes, you." Professor Owen said. "The organizers invited me to give a keynote speech, and I can bring two people."
"Ethan is coming with me, and for the other person, I thought of you."
"You should come with me to gain some experience and broaden your horizons."
A warm current surged through Daisy's heart, and her eyes grew slightly hot with emotion. "Thank you, Professor."
--
The next day, at the International Conference Center.
This was the industry's highest-level summit, attended by top experts, scholars, and industry leaders.
Daisy followed behind Professor Owen, and the moment she walked into the venue she could feel countless eyes on her.
Some curious, some appraising, some disdainful.
"Professor Owen, who is this?"
A middle-aged man in a suit walked over, his gaze sweeping over Daisy.
Professor Owen smiled. "This is my student, Daisy. She's been researching nanorobots all these years, very innovative."
"Daisy?" The man paused. "Is she that... one from the Blacks family..."