Sir, Please Sign Here to Get a Divorce-Chapter 123: Serena, Good Girl, Don’t Cry

’False affection?’

’In her eyes, all his kindness toward her was just an act?’

Watching her refuse to even look at him or let him touch her, Ethan felt a sharp pang in his heart.

He opened his mouth to say something more, but his phone rang.

After taking the call, he closed the passenger door, got back behind the wheel, and drove away from the mall.

Serena kept her gaze fixed out the window. She didn’t care where he was taking her; she just wasn’t going to talk to him.

’She held a grudge, after all. She still remembered every detail of how harshly he’d spoken to her last night.’

’There was no way a few nice words from him would make her forget everything that had happened.’

As Ethan drove toward the cemetery, he said in a low voice, "I’m sorry about last night. I accused you without knowing the whole story."

"But Serena, I’ve never faked my feelings for you. I have no reason to put on an act."

’When had he, Ethan Yardley, ever tried so hard to win someone over, to coax them like this?’

’If he didn’t love her, if he didn’t carry her in his heart, he wouldn’t give a damn about her feelings.’

’It was precisely because he cared that he got angry about her being with other men. He was afraid she had feelings for someone else, afraid she no longer belonged to him.’

’Maybe she wasn’t the only one who felt insecure in this relationship.’

’But most of the time, he was unwilling to admit that he couldn’t live without her.’

Serena remained silent, not sparing Ethan a single glance.

Ethan said no more. After the car stopped at the cemetery’s main gate, he got out and told her,

"Wait for me in the car. I’m going to see Quinn."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Serena saw the sign for the cemetery—"XX Cemetery"—and the thought that this was a place for the dead sent a shiver of fear through her.

The next second,

She scrambled out of the car and ran after Ethan.

’There was no way I’m staying in the car alone. What if there are ghosts?’

Seeing her follow, Ethan deliberately slowed his pace. He took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

"The wind’s picking up. It might rain, so stay warm."

Serena didn’t refuse and simply walked quietly by his side.

The two of them crossed a section of graves and climbed a few dozen steps, finally spotting Quinn, dressed all in black, in the distance.

Someone was standing next to Quinn—it was his assistant.

When the assistant saw Ethan, he walked over. "Mr. Yardley, please try to talk to our CEO. He’s been sitting here for five hours."

Ethan asked, "Are there any flowers left?"

The assistant picked up some nearby chrysanthemums and handed them to him, then gave a bouquet to Serena as well.

Serena accepted them and continued walking toward Quinn with Ethan.

Next to Quinn was Clementine’s grave.

There was a photo of Clementine on the headstone. The child in the picture had a beautiful smile.

It was an innocent smile, yet it was healing to see.

Below the photo, the inscription read, "Tomb of Beloved Daughter, Cora Grant."

Ethan walked up, placed the chrysanthemums down, and raised a hand to touch the headstone. ’Such a young child,’ he thought. ’Now that she’s in another place, she won’t have to suffer from her illness anymore.’

He stepped aside, and Serena placed her chrysanthemums on the grave as well.

Seeing the little girl she had met only twice, now separated from her by death, Serena was suddenly overcome with a sadness she couldn’t explain.

It reminded her of the child she had lost.

Tears suddenly welled up and spilled from her eyes.

Ethan didn’t notice Serena was crying. His attention was on Quinn, who was slumped nearby, looking utterly dejected and unwilling to pull himself together. Ethan said,

"People can’t be brought back from the dead. My condolences."

Quinn tilted his head back, trying desperately to hold back his tears.

But he couldn’t stop them. He buried his face in his hands and let out a choked sob.

"Ethan, she was so little. When I held her, she was so light and soft... She would call me ’Daddy’ over and over, and her voice was so sweet."

"I can’t believe she’s gone, just like that."

’He hadn’t even had the chance to be a proper father to her, to give her a happy life, and now she was gone.’

Quinn felt so useless.

’He really didn’t deserve to be a father. This must be God’s punishment.’

Ethan sighed. "The dead are gone, but the living must go on. Maybe this is a kind of release for her."

After all, she was so young, yet she had to endure round after round of chemotherapy that couldn’t even extend her life.

When you’re constantly in that kind of pain, maybe death really is the best escape.

At this thought, Ethan was reminded of his own child, the one who had left them before ever being born.

His gaze shifted to the woman beside him.

Seeing her crouch down and start to cry, Ethan went to her and held her. "Serena..."

Serena’s body shook with sobs as she pressed into Ethan’s arms, her voice choked.

"Our baby... was she suffering like this, too? I don’t even know if it was a boy or a girl."

"SOB... She must hate me for not taking good care of her... for not letting her come safely into this world to see her mommy and daddy."

"I’m so useless. I couldn’t even protect my own child."

"Serena, this isn’t your fault. You did everything you could."

Ethan held her tightly, unable to stop his own eyes from turning red.

Gabriel Galloway had already explained everything about the baby to him.

It was his child. And when they lost it, he had blamed the mother, giving her the cold shoulder.

’If anyone was useless, he was the most useless father of all.’

"Shh, Serena... don’t cry."

As she cried uncontrollably in his arms, Ethan coaxed her softly, his voice low and raspy.

Watching them, Quinn, who had already been on the verge of collapse, found he couldn’t even cry anymore.

’What on earth did these two come here for, anyway?’

Remembering that his daughter was shy and didn’t like a lot of commotion, Quinn let his assistant help him up.

"Let’s go. We should head back."

Ethan picked Serena up in his arms.

Before leaving, Quinn reached out one last time to touch his daughter’s headstone, his eyes wet and his voice hoarse.

"Clementine, Daddy’s heading back for now. I’ll come visit you again another day. You be good, okay? Stay close to Mommy."

He didn’t dare linger, afraid he’d lose control of his emotions again.

And so, he walked away quickly.

Ethan carried Serena, who clung to him like a koala, back to the car.

The four of them got into one car. Ethan called Yannick Young to come and pick up the other one.

Quinn was in no condition to drive.

And with Serena in his arms, Ethan couldn’t drive either, so he had Quinn’s assistant take the wheel.

On the way home, Ethan comforted the woman in his arms, gently wiping her tears away.

"Don’t cry anymore, Serena. Look, your eyes are all swollen."

Serena pouted, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck in distress.

Ethan wrapped his jacket around her, holding her tightly on his lap.

Quinn sat right next to them, pretending not to notice.

Ethan asked him, "What are you going to do about you and Nina Thorne?"

At the thought of that cold-blooded woman, Quinn felt another sharp pang in his chest.

He said in a low voice, "What can I do? She’s determined to divorce me, and she even wants to send me to prison. Ethan, tell me, how can a woman be that heartless?"

Serena’s head popped up, and she retorted, her voice still thick with tears,

"Well, you’re the one who lied to Nina! You kept her in the dark while you imprisoned Leo and took his bone marrow. Why shouldn’t she divorce you?"

"You’re just selfish! It’s emotional blackmail. Clementine was your daughter, but isn’t Leo your child, too?"