Benjamin sat in the driver's seat. He solemnly took out two divorce certificates from his briefcase. He held it in his hands and handed them to the gloomy Credence in the back seat.

"Mr. Scott, I'm sorry. I gave Mrs. Scott a fake divorce certificate just now in the detention room."

Feeling the coldness surge out of Credence's body, Benjamin's heart and hands trembled as he held the divorce certificates, "Mr. Scott, please forgive me for making my own decisions. Truth be told, I was thinking that if I gave Mrs. Scott the real certificates, it would be very likely that the two of you...that you and Mrs. Scott would...