Divorce Anxiety

Chapter 237

Chapter 237 That Bad

“I don’t have any wealth to my name.” Samuel then continued softly, “I gave all my shares to you.”

Kathleen’s brows twisted into a tight frown upon hearing that. “Right. Speaking of which, contact Tyson and have him transfer those shares back to you. The hefty portion of shares I currently have is giving me so much anxiety.”

However, Samuel wasn’t planning on taking his shares back. “They were always meant to be yours.”

“That won’t do. I’ve got no use for all those shares and monetary assets. I also plan to return the Yoeger family shares to my brother. The only shares I’ll keep are those from the Schott family,” Kathleen explained.

Not a word came from Samuel.

“Listen to me, Samuel. All three companies will suffer a great deal should anything bad happen to me since I currently own a majority of their shares,” said Kathleen, her features contorting into a stern expression.

Yet, Samuel continued to refuse her wish. “Consider it my compensation to you.”

That caused Kathleen’s frown to deepen as she retorted, “I’m not short of money. Besides, I don’t even need the shares.”

“Whether or not you’re in need of money isn’t something to do with me,” replied a stubborn Samuel. After all, the shares were the last thing that allowed him to remain in Kathleen’s life.

A sigh came from Kathleen as she helplessly suggested, “Well, you don’t have to give it all to me. How about this? I’ll accept five percent of the shares. After all, it’s not wise if you don’t own any of your

company’s shares.”

Samuel indifferently responded, “I still have twenty-one percent of shares under my name that I bought over from the other shareholders.”

Silence befell them as Kathleen was at a loss for words.

“I’ll do my best to run the company so you can live a happy life. Don’t worry.” Samuel raised his hand and rested it on Kathleen’s head reassuringly.

“I’m not worried,” Kathleen stated in an exasperated tone.

It was then that Samuel changed the subject by hoarsely saying, “I’m a little tired now. Can you wake me later?”

Upon seeing Kathleen’s nod, he closed his eyes to rest.

Kathleen watched him from the side, not uttering a word as she focused on the scar that slashed across Samuel’s body.

Her heart inexplicably clenched with sorrow at that instant.

It was not long before fifteen minutes flew by, and she took out the silver needles.

However, she did not wake Samuel but pulled the blanket over his body, allowing him to continue resting.

She then laid down on the massive bed inside the room and fell into a deep slumber.

The next day, a series of knocks sounded from outside the room, startling Kathleen from her sleep.

Oh no! The makeup artist has arrived, but Samuel’s still here!

She leaned over to look at Samuel but was shocked at the empty space beside her.

Even his clothes that hung off to the side last night had vanished.

Did he leave?

Despite being perplexed, Kathleen went to open the door for the makeup artist to enter.

Once the latter came in, she greeted Kathleen, “Good morning.”

“Morning.” Kathleen nodded before adding, “Could you give me a moment? I haven’t washed up for the day.”

“Oh, sure.” The makeup artist flashed an understanding smile.

Following that, Kathleen hurriedly went to wash her face and brush her teeth for the day.

When she returned from the washroom, she saw the makeup artist chuckling. “Gosh, you’ve got quite the hardworking assistant, huh? She’s already delivered breakfast for you despite it being so early in the day.”

Huh? Breakfast?

Kathleen looked over at the desk nearby.

Indeed, there was a breakfast set waiting there for her.

That can’t be Valerie’s doing. If it were, she would’ve woken me up long ago. It has to be Samuel.

Kathleen sat down and took a sip of the coffee included in the breakfast.

It was still piping hot, which meant Samuel must have left not long ago.

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Meanwhile, Charles arrived at the Lewis residence with a gift for Vivian.

It was the scarf that she previously visited him to ask for.

That day, there seemed to be a trace of warmth on Vivian’s expression.

“Charles, look! This is the new dress they got me. Is it pretty?” she excitedly asked while hopping around since she was no longer tied up.

Seeing the way she behaved, Charles’ heart began to ache.

He soon retracted his gaze and handed her scarf over. “Here. This was what you previously asked me for.”

“Thanks!” Vivian seemed utterly delighted.

She took the scarf and wanted to look into a mirror, but there was none in the room.

That was because she had previously broken the mirror and nearly harmed herself with one of its shards. Thus, the mirror had been removed.

A tinge of displeasure showed on Vivian’s face at once.

Seeing that, Charles calmly spoke. “I’ll help you.”

“Okay.” Vivian handed the scarf in her hand over to him.

It did not take long for Charles to pull all her hair into a ponytail before securing it with the scarf.

Vivian then lightly touched the back of her head and asked, “Does it look nice?”

“Mm-hmm. You’re the prettiest lady I’ve ever laid eyes upon,” Charles complimented.

Yet, the bashful Vivian snapped, “Liar. What about your sister? Don’t you think she’s pretty too?”

That garnered a chuckle from Charles, who replied, “You’re both pretty ladies.”

Vivian giggled while commenting, “You’ve gotten much better at flattery, Charles. You would’ve never tried to please both parties like this back then.”

Her words amused Charles, who continued to chuckle lightly.

At some point, she glanced out her bedroom window, which had metal bars across it.

Her gaze remained on the view as she walked over to the window and said, “Is it winter now?”

“Yeah.” Charles nodded before adding, “But it’s about to be spring soon.”

“Spring?” A series of giggles came from Vivian. “Charles, can we please go on a picnic when spring comes?”

“Sure,” said Charles with a grim tone.

“Yay! It’s gonna be great!” A beaming grin spread across Vivian’s face right away. “I love trips! I remember when—”

She suddenly stopped.

At that moment, Charles cast a deep and intent look at her. “What do you remember?”

“Finn!” Vivian gripped Charles’ collar frantically as though she had recalled something. She exclaimed, “I remember! Finn doesn’t want me anymore…”

An ache rose in Charles’ chest again as he soothed, “Come now. Let’s not think about that.”

“No! He doesn’t want me anymore and even got someone to humiliate me!” Vivian shrilled while forcefully shaking her head.

Charles hurriedly swept Vivian into a tight embrace, not wanting her to harm herself during her episode.

However, Vivian desperately wanted to break free, so she bit down hard on his shoulder.

The excruciating pain caused him to grunt in agony.

Fortunately, a housekeeper noticed things were going south and hurriedly called for help to separate the two.

In no time, Vivian was tied onto the bed as she was before.

Charles shot her a sorrowful look.

It felt as though all strength had departed his body, leaving it in a state of helplessness.

Once Kathleen wrapped up her job, she returned to the hotel and saw Charles smoking outside her room.

She walked over and asked, “Is something wrong?”

To her confusion, Charles remained silent.

She glanced at the cigarette butts on the trash can next to him before stating, “Come in.”

Kathleen opened the door to her room, and Charles followed her inside.

“What’s up with your shoulder?” the former asked while glancing concernedly at her brother’s shoulder.

Charles took a seat with a dejected expression. “Vivian bit me.”

“Have you dealt with the wound?”

In response, Charles shook his head.

“Show me your shoulder. I’ll apply some medicine to the wound.” Kathleen turned around to get her medical kit.

Since she was currently filming a period drama, she often needed to perform stunts with high-tension wires and kneel in dramatic scenes. Thus, she had prepared a medical kit in case of any injuries.

Charlies obediently revealed the bite wound on his shoulder.

The wound was so gruesome that Kathleen could almost feel how badly it hurt.

“Is there no other way?” Charles’ hoarse voice asked.

Kathleen gazed coldly at him and replied, “The main thing is Vivian’s current state. She would never let you erase her memories, even if you wanted to. There’s no way she’ll cooperate.”

Silence filled the air as Charles could not muster a word.

“You met with Finn, didn’t you? What did he say?” Kathleen asked curiously.

“He refused to admit to anything,” came Charles’ frosty reply.

“So did you two get into a fight?” Kathleen questioned while gazing at her brother.

“Hah. I wish.”

“Perhaps you can try this instead. Run an investigation on who was involved back then and start from there. After all, Finn would never admit to the truth,” suggested Kathleen.

“No one knows about this. Even Vivian remains in her dazed state and can’t recall a thing.” Helpless, Finn added dejectedly, “She even went mad when she remembered Finn.”

Those words were enough to make Kathleen’s eyebrows furrow deeply. “That bad?”

Charles nodded.