I Refuse to Divorce! novel Chapter 151

Zoe had yet to speak.

Mason caught her hand, his gaze deep. "I'm flying back to Brookesville to handle this. Zoe, I will suppress this matter, and minimize the negative impact."

Zoe lowered her eyes.

After a while, she smiled bitterly. "How can it be suppressed? There are over a hundred thousand reposts, Mason. Tell me, how can you suppress it?"

Mason tightened his grip on her hand momentarily, but he still left.

This matter with Lilith not only affected the Sanders family but also the Lockwood Group.

If not handled well, Lockwood Group's stocks could fall to their lowest today.

Mason walked to the theater entrance.

He couldn't help but turn around to look at Zoe, but Zoe didn't look at him.

She stood under the spotlight, fragile and lonely.

She softly told the theater manager, "I want to be alone for a while, is it okay?"

The manager sympathized with her situation and quickly said, "Of course, Ms. Zoe. I'll clear the place for you. You can stay as long as you want. We close at six in the evening."

Zoe thanked him in a low voice.

After the people dispersed, Zoe set up her violin again, closed her eyes, and played a piece by Massenet called "Meditation." It was her mother's favorite piece, and Zoe remembered the summer nights when her mother would hold her and hum gently. She would sleep soundly in her mother's arms.

The sound of the violin was suppressed, as it was played too forcefully…

Zoe slowly put down the violin.

She stood there for a long time. Finally, she took out her phone and dialed Gordon's number.

After three rings, the call was answered.

There was silence between them.

The shallow and rapid breathing told her that her father already knew about the matter.

Zoe choked. "Dad, I'm sorry!"

On the other end of the phone, Gordon remained silent for another half a minute.

When he spoke, his voice was unexpectedly hoarse, indicating the agony he experienced in the past half minute. He said, "Zoe, I don't want you to exchange your whole life for these ten years."

Tears filled Zoe's eyes. She held the phone and slowly sank to the floor.

It hurt so much.

Her body was in pain, and everything hurt.

The family she had been proud of since childhood did not collapse when her brother went to prison, but it shattered the moment Lilith walked into Kirk Manor.

She thought that she wouldn't have come to this point if she had never liked Mason in the first place.

Her family had endured such humiliation because of her.

Her mother, who had a clean reputation, couldn't even rest in peace.

Zoe crouched down, crying silently.

…

She stayed in the theater until evening. After leaving, she didn't go back to the hotel but walked quietly along the riverside avenue.

The sunset dyed the world red.

The bustling traffic and those century-old buildings in the distance highlighted her desolation.

"In the end, it's still for yourself! It has never been your concern whether I'm okay, happy, or willing. At most, it's a form of compensation.

"Yes, you have a lot of money. You can buy many things that women like and give them to me. If that doesn't work, you can negotiate conditions with me. You know my weaknesses. You know I dare not leave you... But Mason, can love born out of threats really be called love?"

After speaking, she paused, her breathing painful.

She turned and opened the door.

Mason wanted to follow her in, but Zoe blocked the door.

"I'm very tired. I don't want to deal with you."

Mason was stubborn.

Zoe closed the door on his fingers.

He ignored his bruised fingers and stared into her eyes.

They had been married for three years. He knew her temperament well.

What she said really frustrated him. He could feel that she wanted to leave him, but he didn't want to let her go.

In the end, he explained that it was the assistant's fault and he would make up for it.

Zoe lowered her head and stayed silent for a while. Then, she told him to let go.

Mason didn't force her anymore, just said softly as the door closed, "I'm sorry."

The door closed, and Zoe leaned against the door panel, lost in thought.

Outside the door, Mason stood there.

The spotlight illuminated his face, highlighting the contours of his features, making him even more handsome. He stared at the door for a long time and slowly took two steps back, leaning against the wall...