Chapter 343

Chapter 343

Lydia said, "I'm not interested. If you like kids so much, you can find another woman to have them with."

Ronald argued. "But I want to have them with you."

"I won't!"

Ronald had been trying to control his anger, wanting to lose his temper, but not daring to.

Just then, Mrs. Graves walked in to call them fordinner. "Ron, Lydia, dinner's ready."

Lydia had been cold to Ronald all along, but she didn't reject Mrs. Graves.

Since she got out of the hospital, Mrs. Graves had been taking care of her. She worked as hard as a servant; cooking whatever she wanted to eat, treating her like a pampered young lady.

Everyone had a heart. This kindness wasn't just for a day or two, but had continued for several months without a single argument.

Probably from being abused for so long, Mrs. Graves had become good at reading people. She knew Lydia's habits, and adjusted everything to Lydia's mood. When Lydia was in a bad mood, she absolutely wouldn't disturb her. Only when Lydia was in a good mood would she come forward to say a word or two.

She didn't dare say too much, afraid of annoying Lydia.

Lydia hadn't been treated with genuine care for so long that she naturally treasured it. This was also why she didn't kick Ronald out.

During dinner, Lydia said, "I'm planning to go out, and travel around soon."

Ronald immediately got nervous, "Where do you want to go?"

"Haven't decided yet. Maybe abroad, maybe somewhere domestic."

Ronald said, "Then I'll go with you."

"Don't you need to go back to work at the company? You're a boss after all. If you don't work, how will the company make any profit?"

Lydia's interior design company was basically bankrupt, but fortunately the apartment she used to live in brought in rent, and her company building, which she had bought herself, could be subleased, so she didn't have to worry about money to live on.

Even if she did nothing, she could live off the rental income.

Besides, when she divorced Edison, he had given her hundreds of thousands of dollars. She didn't have financial difficulties for now.

Ronald was worried that once she left, she wouldn't come back. "Lydia, let me go with you. Or wait until I'm free later, then I'll go out and have fun with you. We never had a honeymoon after we got married, right?"

Lydia said irritably, "You just want to keep me under house arrest by your side. I'm telling you right now—either divorce, or stop trying to control me."

Ronald had to turn to his mother for help. He said, "Mom doesn't want you to leave either. She's been so good to you lately, really. She was never this good to my sister. She truly treats you like her own daughter."

Lydia glanced at Mrs. Graves, who looked back at her timidly.

That look stung Lydia.

This woman lived such a humble life.

All because of men!

Lydia said, "After I leave, Mom can have some peaceful days to herself. Wouldn't that be better?"

Then Lydia transferred eight thousand dollars to Mrs. Graves. "Mom, during this time, eat whatever you want, buy whatever you want."

Mrs. Graves said anxiously, "I can't take this. I came here to help you—how can I take your money?"

"Mom, don't say that. No one in this world has to be good to anyone else." After saying this, Lydia sighed.

Right, who has to be good to whom?

She needed to get out, and think about her future.

She couldn't go back to the Savoy family, and she was utterly tired of this marriage with Ronald. If it weren't for Mrs. Graves being here, she would have left long ago.

Once Lydia made up her mind, she started packing.

Ronald tried to grab her luggage: "Lydia, don't leave me yet."

"I'm just going on a trip. Stop blocking me again and again."

"Lydia..."

"Say one more word, and I'll file for divorce!"

Ronald gave up, and wached helplessly as she pulled her suitcase out the door.

...

Lydia didn't know where to go at first, but once she got to the airport, she had an idea.

Cloud Town was a tourist city in the southwest, so she'd head northeast.

It was late autumn—the northeast should have a different kind of scenery.

She bought a ticket heading northeast.

But as soon as she got on the plane, Ronald's call came through. "Lydia, where are you now?"

Lydia said, "None of your business."

"Just tell me, otherwise I'll worry about you. When I worry about you, I can't sleep."

Lydia turned off her phone.

Three hours later, she arrived in Snowwalk City.

The temperature in Snowwalk City was indeed low. As soon as she left the airport, she felt a wave of dry, cold air hit her.

She turned on her phone, and as soon as she did, Ronald's call came through again. He must have been calling the whole time.

She answered impatiently. "Hello!"

"Where are you?" Ronald asked.

"Ronald, I'm just out to clear my head. Do you really need to call hundreds of times a day?"

"I've only called twice."

"Fine, then don't call again today, or tomorrow either!"

She hung up.

But of course he wouldn't stop calling.

After checking into a hotel, the next morning she saw several missed calls from Ronald. She couldn't be bothered.

She changed clothes, and looked up travel guides for the city. Later she decided not to bother, and just walk around the streets.

Before she ate breakfast, Ronald's call came again.

"Ronald, what exactly do you want?" Lydia asked.

"Lydia, I just want to care about you. Don't be so mean. Where are you now?"

"That last question is the real point, isn't it?"

"Lydia, I really miss you."

"Ronald, when I get back to Cloud Town, let's get divorced. Before, I didn't want to make things ugly out of respect for your mother, but now I've thought it through. You're too scary—not only do you hit people, you're also controlling!"

"No way, I'll never divorce you!"

"Then I'll file when I get back!"

Lydia hung up, and turned off her phone again.

...

Strangely enough, after turning off her phone, she felt the world had become peaceful.

Even when eating, she used cash for the first time in ages.

She walked the streets in her coat, not taking photos or looking down at her phone, just watching people.

Sometimes she'd sit in a street-side coffee shop, look at the cats and dogs in pet store windows, or watch the crowds on Central Street.

Simple pleasures for ordinary people—not worrying about food or clothes, just living comfortably was enough.

She suddenly felt that her previous obsession with the Savoy family had been too childish.

And she hadn't been grateful. The Savoy parents had been so good to her, yet she had insisted on harming their biological daughter.

And Edison...

Her former self had been so naive.