Marrying His Nemesis: Kicking My Scumbag Fiancé Away!-Chapter 133: If I Say I Regret It, Is It Too Late? (Part 1)

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: If I Say I Regret It, Is It Too Late? (Part 1)

Chloe took out the prepared resignation letter from her bag, held it in both hands, and placed it on the table.

"This is my resignation letter, please help me pass it to Commander Quincy."

Back then, it was Seraphina who helped her to work at the orchestra.

Now, Chloe naturally felt too ashamed to stay in the orchestra any longer.

Stepping back, she bowed deeply to Seraphina, then straightened up.

"Seraphina, I’m sorry for letting you down and betraying your trust in me. I’m truly sorry."

Her gaze lingered on Seraphina’s face for a few seconds, then Chloe grabbed her bag and strode out of the café.

Outside, the wind was biting cold.

The face that had been hit by Seraphina stung sharply as the wind blew on it.

Chloe took a deep breath, but her mood was surprisingly light.

These past days, she had been tortured by guilt and self-reproach. Now, after speaking the whole truth, she could finally lift the heavy weight off her heart.

Seraphina stood by the table, watched her leave, still somewhat in a daze.

What Chloe had just told her was beyond Seraphina’s imagination.

Could it be...

She really misunderstood Ethan?

Seraphina withdrew her gaze and shook her head lightly.

Things had reached this point, even if these misunderstandings were resolved, she and Ethan could not go back to the way they were before.

Picking up Chloe’s resignation letter, Seraphina returned to the orchestra and delivered it to Tristan Quincy’s office.

Seraphina proactively apologized, "Commander Quincy, I’m really sorry for causing so much trouble for the orchestra."

Back then, she was the one who introduced Chloe to the orchestra, and because of Chloe, it affected the performances.

As the one who introduced her, Seraphina was inevitably responsible as well.

"Chloe has already called me to explain her situation." Tristan Quincy’s tone carried a hint of regret, "Actually, she has quite a talent, but her health is not good enough."

Seeing Seraphina looking a bit down, Tristan Quincy stood up and moved in front of her.

"Seraphina, you don’t seem well either lately. You must take care to rest more; health is most important. Don’t worry too much about Chloe." Tristan Quincy smiled warmly, "She’s still on probation, originally having a choice. It’s normal for people to come and go in the orchestra, don’t think too much!"

"Thank you, Commander." Seraphina nodded lightly, "I’ll go get busy then."

Upon leaving the commander’s office, Seraphina immediately returned to the rehearsal room to lead everyone in preparation for the next performance.

Everyone worked until dusk before leaving the rehearsal room.

Seraphina went back to the office to handle some of her work. The sky outside had already darkened.

As she closed the door and prepared to go home, her phone rang suddenly.

The call was from the property manager of the Sovereign Villa district, saying there were recent heating pipeline repairs in the area, asking if she could make a trip back.

"I’m sorry." Seraphina coughed lightly, "I’m no longer the owner there."

"Aren’t you Miss Thorne?" The property manager sounded puzzled, "The registration here shows your name."

Seraphina was startled, "Shouldn’t the owner’s name be Ethan?"

"No, it’s your name—both the name and the phone number. Otherwise, how could I reach your phone?" The property manager chuckled.

Even before the Thorne family’s incident, the house was in her father’s name. How could she possibly be the owner?

Could it be...

Ethan had registered that villa in her name?

"Miss Thorne, I know it’s inconvenient, but..." The property manager pleaded, "All the pipelines in the district have been checked, except for your unit’s signature, which holds up subsequent work. Could you possibly help us out?"

"Alright." Seraphina glanced at the time, "It’ll take me about half an hour to get there."

"No problem, I’ll wait for you in the office."

Hanging up, Seraphina, full of curiosity, arrived at Sovereign Villa district and made her way to the property building.

In the office, the property manager was indeed waiting.

Seeing her, he courteously offered her a cup of hot water and handed over the form requiring her signature.

Seraphina signed at the back of the form, "Could you help me check when I became the owner here?"

"Please wait a moment." The property manager sat at the computer, checked the records, "Around mid-October."

Mid-October, almost right before her birthday.

So Ethan had really registered the house in her name?

After thanking the property manager, Seraphina left the property building and looked at the Thorne Estate not far away.

She turned and quickly headed back to the Thorne Estate.

The ring that Ethan had given her before was quite valuable.

She had intended to return it to him when they got the divorce certificate today.

Since she was already here, she might as well see him, return the ring to him, and remind Ethan to transfer the house to his name.

She walked all the way to the villa’s entrance, realizing the villa was dark and she had made the trip in vain.

Sean had mentioned before that Ethan had an urgent business trip. Now, he was likely not in Varden, so how could he be back?

Besides, she was no longer living here, so he certainly wouldn’t be here either.

Biting her lip, Seraphina turned to leave.

Suddenly, a car drove up the driveway.

Recognizing Nathan’s car, Seraphina’s heart skipped a beat, and she retreated two steps, hiding behind a plant.

The car passed in front of her and stopped at the steps of Thorne Villa.

The car door opened, and two men climbed out.

Nathan emerged from the driver’s seat, and astonishingly, Ethan emerged from the passenger seat.

Seraphina was quite surprised.

Ethan had said he was on a business trip; how could he have returned with Nathan?

"You!" Nathan retrieved Ethan’s coat from the back seat and handed it to him, "You’re just too impulsive. Why did you go to the hospital to find Adrian? You clearly knew he was feigning illness, but by confronting him, you gave the other party ammunition."

"I went because I knew he was pretending." Ethan’s voice was full of anger, "We had gathered so much evidence this time, yet he feigned illness in court on purpose!"

"I understand why you’d seek him out, but why did you resort to violence?"

"He deserved it!"

"He deserved it... but didn’t you realize that barging in like that was pointless?" Nathan looked exasperated, "Their lawyer took photos of you hitting him. Fortunately, his injuries aren’t severe, not reaching the level of mild injury, or else... you’d be detained for at least a week."

Ethan fished out a cigarette from his pocket, stuck it in his mouth, lit it, and took a puff.

"I didn’t intend to hit him; it was his... deliberate provocation that I couldn’t stand."

"I know, it’s for Seraphina." Nathan sighed, "I understand your feelings, but now that Adrian is feigning illness, this case may be delayed further."

"Anyone can see he’s pretending. Don’t you have any other way?"

"He has a certificate from a top-tier hospital, allowing him to skip court. In court, evidence is necessary unless you can prove he’s feigning!"

Ethan cursed under his breath, suddenly stepping forward to angrily kick a flowerpot by the steps.

"I should have beaten him to the point he couldn’t get out of bed!"

Nathan raised his right hand, wiped his face, then looked skyward at the still-falling snow.

"Even if he skips court, we can still find other evidence. Don’t act rashly. With Mr. Thorne in this condition, Caleb still uncertain of when he’ll be released, if anything happens to you... what about Seraphina?"