The Divorce Prescription Chapter 110

Adam added, “I’ll sleep in the study tonight.”

Celine’s lips curled into a bitter smile. So this was all it took. A single word from Carly, and he had turned into a model of chastity.

She looked up at him. “No need. I’ll leave tonight.”

She tried to pull her wrist free from his grip, but his slender, commanding fingers held her firmly, his strength unwavering. His deep voice carried no room for negotiation. “Tomorrow, you’ll report to Yorhine University.”

Celine froze. “What?”

“I’ve arranged for you to attend Yorhine University to study medicine. Everything has been settled,” Adam said.

Her mind went blank for a moment. He was sending her to Yorhine University to study medicine? Did he ever stop to hear the ridiculousness of his own words?

“I’m not going!” Celine rejected him outright.

Adam frowned. “Celine, Yorhine University is one of the top institutions. Not just anyone can get in. This is a rare opportunity.

“I know you stopped studying at 16, but I’m giving you a chance now. Didn’t you once say you were interested in medicine? If you work hard, you could shine on your own stage just like Carly.”

Celine remained silent. Of course, he looked down on her. Guess she had to thank him now.

She swallowed her frustration and agreed. “Fine. I’ll go.”

Without waiting for his response, she yanked her wrist out of his grip and walked away.

Celine headed to Mary’s room. When she entered, she found Mary sitting at the bedside, threading a needle with her reading glasses on.

“Grandma, why are you still up so late?” she asked as she approached.

“Celine, just in time! I’ve finished a little vest for you. Try it on and see if it fits.” Mary tied up the last thread, held up a yellow knitted vest, and helped Celine slip it over her shoulders.

“Oh, it’s perfect! Just the right fit,” Alfred said with a chuckle.

From outside the room, Adam arrived just in time to hear the laughter. He stopped at the doorway, his eyes drawn to the scene inside.

Celine was wearing the vest. It was a soft, delicate piece in a cheerful shade of yellow that complemented her petite frame. Her long, silky black hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her delicate beauty. The knitted vest hugged her slender figure, and her fair complexion glowed under the warm light.

Mary had always had an eye for color. She had chosen the yellow perfectly.

Grandma, I have plenty of clothes. You shouldn’t strain your eyes making this for me,” Celine said.

“I figured autumn’s around the corner, and the weather will cool down soon. I don’t want you catching a chill. I want you to stay warm,” Mary replied.

Celine’s nose tingled, and her chest tightened with emotion.

Alfred chimed in with a laugh. “Mrs. Alvarez, you’re quite lucky. Mrs. Alvarez Senior hasn’t touched knitting needles in years. Even Mr. Alvarez doesn’t have a single piece of clothing she’s made herself.”

Mary huffed playfully. “Adam has so many people fussing over him. He’ll never go cold. But Celine is different. She’s always been alone.”

Celine had been taking care of herself all along. Those words pierced Celine’s heart, touching the most tender and fragile part of her soul. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Mary.

Tears welled in her eyes as her cheek pressed against Mary’s warm shoulder. “Thank you, Grandma.” Thank you for your warmth and acceptance. Thank you for bringing me into Alvarez Residence.

The Alvarez Residence had been the warmest place she had ever known. It was her haven, her shelter.

However no matter how much she cherished it, it didn’t belong to her. She couldn’t hold onto it. She had to leave.