Aurelia's gaze instantly turned cold, and the corners of her mouth, once uplifted, were now pressed into a straight line devoid of warmth.
The guard brought over a piece of paper and a pen.
The paper bore the words "Divorce Agreement."
Aurelia's face showed no expression, her gaze indifferent, yet it inexplicably sent chills through one's body. Her fingertips gripping the pen were pale, indicating how much force she was using.
After a long time, she finally tightened her grip on the pen.
And wrote her name on the paper.
She threw down the pen and turned to leave.
The last stroke of the signature on the paper had torn through the sheet due to excessive force.
Vespera didn't know whom Aurelia met, but once she returned, her entire demeanor had changed.
If Aurelia was once like a vibrant painting, now she resembled an ink wash painting devoid of color.
Still striking, yet lacking in color.
Outside, another explosive news piece burst forth, stirring up a storm once again.
