AWAKENED ADRIAN LACANSTER

CHAPTER 10- Cutting all Ties

Meanwhile, Sophia reached for the car door handle when her phone vibrated violently in her purse.

She frowned, fishing it out quickly.

The screen flashed her father’s name.

“Dad?” she answered.

“Sophia, your grandfather collasped this morning! Hurry to St. John’s Hospital,” came her father’s anxious voice from the phone.

“What?” Sophia’s stomach dropped.

She only learned the day after boarding that her grandfather and father had arrived at Silver City for a market inspection.

She never expected that the next news she would hear was about her grandfather being hospitalized.

“I’m on my way!”

Sophia didn’t waste a second.

The disturbing haze of the cruise, the drugging issue vanished.

Only one thing mattered now.

Her grandfather.

Meanwhile, remembering Isabelle and Lucian’s disgusting plan about selling off his sister, Adrian took out his phone and dialed the number of the nanny he had hired to take care of her.

“Hello, sir?” the nanny’s voice came through.

“Lock the doors. Don’t let Nancy outside. Don’t answer for anyone. Wait for me.”

“Yes, sir.” the middle-aged woman sounded frightened. “Is everything okay—?”

“Don’t worry. Just do as I say.”

As for those monsters, he would deal with them. Personally.

At the courthouse, Isabelle’s heel tapped furiously on the floor.

Her eyes darted to her phone.

“Where the hell is that bastard? Didn’t he say he will meet us here?” she snapped.

She had received Adrian’s message early this morning: they would finalize their divorce here first thing after docking.

Yet now, half an hour had passed, and Adrian was still nowhere to be seen.

Not only that, she couldn’t reach him at all. No reply, no phone call.

Lucian, lounging with smug indifference, stretched his arms.

“Maybe he regretted and want you back.”

“What? No way,” Isabelle shouted arrogantly. “I’m not having it!”

Then—click.

The doors creaked open.

Adrian walked in.

His shirt was wrinkled, and there were dried blood on his collar, making him look utterly pathetic.

But his eyes unreadable.

“Useless trash! Where the hell have you being?!”

Isabelle barked, storming toward him.

“We agreed to get divorced first thing first this morning! And you dared keep me waiting for this long?”

“And look at the rags you’re in! Are you trying to humiliate me or what? Wish I’d pity you?”

“Or do you think I’d change my mind?” She sneered. “Stop dreaming! There’s no way I’m ever coming back to you.”

“Even if you changed your mind, I would never.” Adrian replied coldly.

“You—” Isabelle was furious.

How dared this bastard talked to her like this!

Her hand shot up for a slap.

But she never landed it.

Adrian’s hand snapped forward, catching her wrist mid-air.

His grip tightened, just enough to make her flinch.

His voice was a like quiet storm.

“What right do you have to blame me?”

Fear flashed in her eyes, there was something different about Adrian.

“You made a joke out of our vows. And now you want to play the victim?”

Isabelle yanked her arm away, her face flushed.

But Lucian stepped forward, smirking.

“She was smart enough to abandon a sinking ship.”

Letting out a mocking laugh, he held up the divorce documents, and handed it to Isabelle.

“You lost your company. Your dignity. Your bone. And now your wife. What else is left of the poor bastard Adrian Lancaster?”

“There’s more to Adrian Lancaster than you could ever comprehend,” Adrian chuckled lightly, his voice calm but cold, “You have no idea what you’ve just unleashed.”

Isabelle let out a sharp and mocking laughter.

“Unleashed? You?” she echoed. “Well, listen up. You’re nothing more than trash now.”

She turned to Lucian with a smirk. “Please... Like that is supposed to scare me.”

Adrian had no interest in watching a slut and her lover performing in front of him anymore.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” he said, his patience wearing thin.

“Fool! I’d be more than happy to end all ties with you. The sooner we get divorced, the sooner I can be engaged with Lucian.” Isabelle let out a cold snort.

“As for you, piece of trash—go crawl back to whatever hole you came from!”

Then, she slapped the divorce papers down on the clerk’s desk.

The clerk flinched under the tension.

“U-uh… d-due to legal formalities, the divorce process could take a few weeks…”

“A month?” Isabelle snapped in rage.

“That’s unacceptable!” Lucian too, turned on the clerk with fury.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but—”

“Cut the crap!” Lucian slammed his palm onto the counter, rattling the desk. “Get me your superior. Now!”