Chapter 7
Mavis gave her name, her tone flat and unimpressed. "I'm Rowan's only legal relative now.
"So you're the one on the phone who wanted to test Rowan's attitude?"
Fiona's expression froze.
But Mavis stepped in closer, leaving no time to respond. "I'm here now.
"So, how do you want to play this?
"Curious about how powerful the Sinclair family's legal team is?
"Or maybe you want to see if I can make Caelan lose his job and fail in this city?"
Her words rang out, firm and resolute.
Each word hit Fiona, making her heart drop.
Fiona's face went from bright red to deathly pale in a heartbeat.
She was not clueless.
She saw this woman was in a different league—unlike gentle, delicate Rowan.
Mavis's eyes, aura, and words made Fiona's heart pound with dread.
Legal team? Losing his job?
Those words sent Fiona into a full panic.
"Don't try to scare me!" she shouted.
"I don't make threats," Mavis replied coolly.
And she pulled her phone from her trench coat, tapped a few times, and held it out to Fiona.
"These small businesses are mine," she said coolly. "They do business with the company Caelan works for.
"So I pick up the phone, give them a call, tell them your family ran a marriage scam to get your hands on Rowan's property—who do you think they'll side with? Caelan, or a client they can't afford to lose?"
Fiona stared at the company list on the phone, stunned and scared.
Her lips trembled, but she said nothing.
Caelan's face went pale.
He knew Mavis never bluffed; she always delivered.
He never expected Mavis, a seemingly ordinary employee, to have such a formidable background.
He thought he'd caught an easy, toothless fish.
But he never realized that behind the harmless fish was a tiger ready to strike.
Vivian, meanwhile, had already shrunk back behind Fiona, too terrified even to cry.
Mavis put away her phone without looking back.
She turned and took my hand. "Rowan, let's go.
"This dump? Staying another second would be an insult to my shoes."
I nodded and followed her out.
"Wait!" Caelan snapped out of it, dropping to his knees.
"Mavis! Rowan! I was wrong!" He clung to my legs, sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's my fault. I was crazy. I shouldn't have listened to my mom. I really love Rowan!
"Rowan, please give me another chance. Don't divorce me."
He was a wreck, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Fiona and Vivian begged in terror.
"It's my fault, Rowan! Mom is truly sorry!" Fiona cried, shaking.
"Please, Rowan, don't divorce Caelan." Vivian pleaded.
The living room echoed with loud sobs that shook the place.
It felt like a ridiculous soap opera.
I looked down to see Caelan still clutching my leg tightly.
This was the man I had loved for so many years.
But right now, his tears and desperate apologies didn't move me at all.
All I felt was complete annoyance.
I pulled my leg free without a word.
Mavis glared at Caelan on the floor. "A chance?
"The moment you asked her for the house, you were done.
"Nine tomorrow, Civil Affairs Bureau. If you don't show up, it's your responsibility."
With that, she took my hand and strode out the door, not even glancing back.
We left their pleas behind and closed the door on that mess.
Mavis and I climbed into her car—a sleek black Bentley that didn't scream for attention.
Once the door closed, the filthy world felt sealed off.
Inside, the air held a crisp, refined scent.
I couldn't hold it in any longer.