Chapter 92: Chapter 92: A Death Sentence? With a Stay of Execution...

Tristan Lawson’s deep, husky voice was laced with a seductive allure.

It was easy to get lost in a voice like that.

Noelle Sutton was dazed for a moment, but she quickly came to her senses.

She signed firmly to Tristan Lawson, "I don’t want anything else. Just my money."

Tristan Lawson showed no signs of anger.

He felt a pang of guilt over what had happened at The Carmine Club earlier that night.

He had truly neglected her too much over the years.

It was only natural that she was upset and acting out.

"Don’t be silly. If you only take your money, then our seven years of marriage would have been for nothing. Be good, hmm?"

’That’s right, seven years wasted. And he wants another seven from me?’

’Too bad.’

’I don’t have them to give.’

’I only have six months.’

’For these last six months, I’m going to live for myself.’

She signed, "It doesn’t matter anymore."

Tristan Lawson watched Noelle Sutton’s gestures, his thin lips tightening into a firm line. His gentle voice grew heavy. "Are you determined to abandon your husband and son?"

Noelle Sutton nodded.

Tristan Lawson took a deep breath, his cool eyes turning dark and unreadable.

Noelle Sutton didn’t know what he was thinking, nor did she want to.

After a long moment, he finally spoke. "Why?"

He’d never asked her why, not since she’d first started demanding a divorce.

Noelle Sutton had no desire to elaborate. She signed coldly, "I’m sick of it."

’Sick of this suffocating life with no future in sight.’

’Sick of doing the same thing, day in and day out.’

’And most of all, sick of waiting for a man who will never love me back.’

’Father, son—she wanted nothing to do with either of them anymore.’

Tristan Lawson’s eyes darkened, their expression unreadable.

’She’s sick of it.’

’The seven-year itch... Had it finally caught up to them?’

"You know that if I don’t agree, you won’t be able to leave me, let alone get a divorce."

’That was Tristan Lawson for you, able to make even a threat sound so damned charming.’

Noelle Sutton understood that, of course, but she wouldn’t give up.

’Where there’s a will, there’s a way. As long as she was determined to leave, she would find a way out.’

The man’s bewitching voice spoke again. "Even if we agreed to file for divorce at the Civil Affairs Bureau, there’s still a mandatory one-month cooling-off period. So how about we give each other one month? If you still want a divorce after that, I’ll let you go."

Noelle Sutton froze.

’He was a master negotiator.’

’He knew how to read a situation and play on people’s emotions.’

He had laid out the stakes so clearly that she had no reason to refuse. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

It wasn’t as if Noelle Sutton could find a lawyer brave enough to take on Tristan Lawson. His proposal was undoubtedly the fastest way to sever their ties.

’But Tristan Lawson was a businessman.’

’Cunning.’

’And a master of calculation.’

’She had to be on her guard.’

She signed, "What if you go back on your word after a month?"

Noelle Sutton’s gestures softened considerably. Tristan Lawson knew she was tempted by his offer.

So he offered her some assurance.

"I’ll have a lawyer draft an agreement." His tone was resolute, his eyes fixed on hers. "If that doesn’t put you at ease, I can have my lawyer come over and draft it right now."

Noelle Sutton agreed.

With an agreement, she wouldn’t have to worry.

It would be legally binding.

Negotiating the divorce was undoubtedly the fastest way.

Tristan Lawson called his lawyer, who arrived in less than half an hour.

Noelle Sutton signed to Tristan Lawson, "I’ll tell you my terms; you relay them to the lawyer."

"Okay."

Lying on the hospital bed, Tristan Lawson still possessed that calm, commanding aura of someone who looked down on the world.

Noelle Sutton began to sign slowly.

"The marital relationship has broken down. Filing for divorce, deferred for one month."

Tristan Lawson’s handsome brow furrowed.

’Is this a death sentence?’

’With a stay of execution, no less.’

Noelle Sutton continued, "During the term of the agreement, the male party shall not violate the following clauses."

"First, the male party shall not compel the female party to perform spousal obligations."

Tristan Lawson’s eyes darkened slightly.

"Second, both parties shall reside in separate rooms."

’Noelle Sutton had wanted to live in separate residences, but Tristan wanted her to come home. He probably wouldn’t agree to her living apart. The current situation was already quite good; there was no need to push his limits.’

Tristan Lawson’s eyes darkened a little more.

"Third, the male party must return the thirty million in cash that the female party earned herself."

"Fourth, during the one-month deferral period, the female party shall receive half of the marital assets earned by the male party."

’They had a prenuptial agreement, which she had no intention of changing.’

’Half of what Tristan Lawson earned in a month was more than enough for her.’

’She only had six months left; asking for too much was pointless, and he wouldn’t give it anyway.’

"Wait, let’s change the fourth clause."

Noelle Sutton raised an eyebrow and continued to sign, "How do you want to change it?"

"Fourth, at the time of divorce, all marital assets will be divided equally between both parties."

Noelle Sutton’s fingertips curled.

’That damn man!’

’He’s laying another trap for me.’

’He shouldn’t think this will make me go soft on him.’

’But if he’s willing to give it, I’ll take it!’

The lawyer, unable to understand sign language, stood to the side completely baffled. He had no idea what they were communicating, but he had distinctly heard CEO Lawson say he would give his wife half of their assets upon divorce.

He remembered drafting CEO Lawson’s prenuptial agreement himself. It stipulated that the male party would provide a fixed monthly living allowance, but all of the male party’s assets were unrelated to the female party.

’Is CEO Lawson changing the agreement now?’

Tristan Lawson half-closed his long, narrow eyes. "Is there a fifth clause?"

"Fifth, the male party shall not publicly disclose his marital relationship with the female party."

Tristan Lawson’s eyes dimmed once more.

His pale, thin lips were pressed into a razor-sharp line.

"Sixth, when guests are visiting, the male party is not to ask the female party to be present. He must notify her in advance so she can stay away, for a fee of two million per occasion."

Tristan Lawson was about to snap.

But Noelle Sutton’s signing didn’t stop.

"Seventh, the female party will not attend any of the male party’s functions, including his family affairs."

’How is this any different from already being divorced?’

"Is there anything else?"

Tristan Lawson struggled to control his emotions.

"No more," she signed.

’Her demands weren’t excessive. Seven years of marriage, seven demands.’

What she didn’t know was that every single one of them was a knife in Tristan Lawson’s heart.

Tristan Lawson relayed Noelle Sutton’s demands to the lawyer, just as she had stated them.

The lawyer took notes, then quickly printed two copies on a small, portable printer he carried with him.

The lawyer was a professional; he drafted the divorce agreement precisely according to Noelle Sutton’s requirements.

It was written out clearly: after one month, if the couple decided not to divorce, the agreement would be void. If they still wanted to divorce, they would abide by the agreement, file at the Civil Affairs Bureau, and the male party would no longer interfere with the female party during the cooling-off period.

Seeing no problems, Noelle Sutton decisively signed her name.

She then handed it to Tristan Lawson, who signed it directly without hesitation.

Noelle Sutton signed to Tristan Lawson, "Have your lawyer get this notarized by the court and give the receipt to me."

’Once it’s notarized, the agreement is set in stone.’

Tristan Lawson was silent for a moment before instructing his lawyer to get it notarized first thing in the morning.

After the lawyer left, Tristan Lawson’s IV drip was finished.

He changed back into the clothes he had arrived in. The blood on the collar of his white shirt had dried and turned black.

Noelle Sutton frowned slightly. ’He’s a neat freak. In the past, he never would have worn it. He would have definitely sent for a change of clothes.’

’But not this time.’

Even though the shirt was stained with blood, he still straightened it neatly after putting it on.

He never lost his elegance.

"Mrs. Lawson, can we go home now?"