After Divorce, Her Career SoarsChapter 1
"Professor, I've made up my mind. I'm divorcing Danny Sinclair and returning to the lab to join the Lily of the Valley Project."
Ella Grey ended the call with her former mentor and tossed the rag into the trash bin.
While Danny was being interviewed by the reporter, Ella stood on the stool and wiped the living room window.
“She’s just a housewife. Normally, she stays at home—cooking and tidying up.”
"Helping me with my work? Fortunately, there's nothing she can do for me. After all, our educational levels are different. I’m a postdoc and she’s only a master’s graduate. But I’ll admit, in our daily life, she does keep the house in perfect order.”
"There's no need to interview her. She wouldn’t have anything valuable to say anyway.”
When Ella caught the reporter's gaze, she gave him an awkward smile and went back to the kitchen.
It seemed the reporter wanted to say something, but Danny had pulled him down to sit.
After a long while, the reporter asked his final question. “Who do you consider the woman who has helped you the most in your life?”
Danny was taken aback for a moment before slowly replying, "Sarah Palmer. She is the one who helps me the most. She’s an outstanding person—someone I’ve always admired. Her accomplishments in botany have impressed me deeply and she’s helped me a great deal.”
When Ella heard his answer, her hand, which was chopping the vegetables, froze and she accidentally cut her finger.
She looked at her bleeding finger and slowly placed her hand under the faucet to rinse it.
Shortly after the reporters left, Danny slipped on his coat and called out to the kitchen, “Don’t wait for me. I am not eating dinner tonight; cause I’m heading out to the lab.”
Bang!
The door slammed shut. She turned off the faucet and fished a Band-Aid from her pocket.
After placing the last dishes on the table, Ella called John Sinclair, her son.
After the call connected and before Ella could say anything, the person on the other end snapped, "Mom, I'm going to Aunt Sarah for tutoring. Since you don't understand anything, don't make things worse."
When a busy tone sounded from the phone, Ella knew the meal she had cooked would go to waste again.
She turned on the TV, scooped a bowl of spaghetti and ate alone again.