50 Leon sat in his chair, twirling a pen in his hand. His gaze was blank, fixed on the papers on his desk. The divorce papers he had signed still lay there. For some reason, that strange feeling kept bothering his mind.

However, he shook his head slowly.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s none of my business anymore,” he muttered softly, as if trying to brush off the feeling that was secretly growing.

The office door opened quietly. Qiara walked in with light steps, her face adorned with a faint smile. She wore a simple cream-colored dress, her long hair neatly flowing down.

“Leon…” Qiara called softly.

Leon looked up, then...