Miles truly loved that woman. Years ago, the Vance family had forced him to choose between his position as heir and her. He'd chosen her without a moment's hesitation.
Three years had passed, and his resolve hadn't wavered. Amid her heartache, Molly felt an unexpected twinge of emotion.
Mrs. Vance's anger, barely contained, flared again. "Miles! If Molly's father hadn't saved your life back then, you wouldn't even be here. How can you say such things?"
"My survival had nothing to do with her father."
Mrs. Vance was so furious she started to cry, unable to fathom why her son refused to acknowledge this.
Molly didn't want him thinking she'd orchestrated this scene.
She gently embraced Mrs. Vance, murmuring something in her ear. The older woman's expression shifted, and she laughed.
Just like that, the tension dissolved.
Miles couldn't help glancing at Molly. She wore gray tailored trousers and a black knit sweater—minimalist and sharp. Paired with that striking, memorable face, the effect was dazzling.
Especially with that smile at the corner of her lips. Dazzling enough to be unforgettable.
His gaze darkened, and he looked away.
After they went downstairs, she said calmly that they shouldn't have married three years ago.
Miles studied her. Her tone was even, her eyes steady. She wasn't lying.
So she genuinely wanted a divorce?
Sensing his gaze, Molly met it without flinching—no longer blushing shyly as she once had.
Mrs. Vance clearly adored her, clasping her hands tightly. "After you divorce this foolish son of mine, just be my daughter instead. Your family's kindness—I haven't forgotten."
Mr. Vance agreed with the suggestion and asked what Molly wanted from the divorce settlement.
Molly hadn't expected things to go this way. Before she could find words for this awkward situation, her assistant called about an urgent matter at the company.
"Mom, Dad—there's an issue at the factory. I need to go handle it."
The factory?
"Isn't that out in the suburbs?" A two-hour drive, at least.
"Molly didn't bring her driver. You're her brother now—go with her." Mrs. Vance directed the last part at Miles.
He sat on the sofa, long legs stretched out in front of him. He didn't refuse, but everything about his posture radiated cold indifference—I'm not going.
They were getting divorced anyway. Molly didn't care about something this trivial.