Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Divorce Agreement, Playing with Fire
An hour had passed when the old Mr. Green woke up. His mind was still a bit blank, and he looked slightly puzzled at the unfamiliar room.
It wasn’t until he was fully awake that he remembered he had fainted.
Recalling what Jonathan Ziegler had said, his wrinkled hands could not help but grip the bedsheet beneath him tightly, his face as dark as water.
Caleb Green pushed the door open and saw the old man sitting on the bed with a grim expression, instantly understanding.
"The doctor said that your current age and health condition make it inadvisable for you to get angry. You need to maintain a calm demeanor."
His gentle voice carried subtle traces of concern.
The old man’s sudden return was unexpected; Caleb had planned to solve everything before informing him, but he hadn’t expected him to faint in a fit of rage.
Since the Ziegler family dared to harm his sister, he would surely settle the score with them slowly.
However, some matters still required the old man to resolve them himself.
Seeing Caleb, the old man’s grim face eased considerably, "Have Lawyer Ho come over."
Caleb wasn’t surprised by the request. With a calm expression, he made a phone call, then looked at the old man and said, "If you get divorced, the Ziegler family won’t have any more chances to rise."
"If they still want to attempt anything, I’d just want to destroy them," the old man growled, suppressing his anger.
Julian Sia and the others came in just in time to hear this, raising their eyebrows slightly.
"Old man, don’t. If you really fire a shot, it would be hard to explain to those above."
Mason Quinn, hands in his pockets, looked at the man in the bed with teasing eyes.
He wasn’t wrong. If old Mr. Green did indeed shoot someone, the authorities wouldn’t know whether to offend him by making a statement, and not making one would be untenable.
The old man choked on his words, then let out a cold snort, "I don’t need a youngster like you to remind me of that."
After all, he had been a soldier for decades and understood the importance of abiding by the law.
Soon.
Lawyer Ho hurriedly walked into the ward with a briefcase, stopping in his tracks when he saw the people inside.
"Old man, I wasn’t aware Julian and the others were here too. If you’re in a discussion, I can wait outside."
"It’s fine, come over,"
The old man waved, beckoning him to approach.
Ho Chinman nodded and walked up to the old man, speaking softly, "Is there something you need?"
He had heard about the incident with the Ziegler family, and now the old man’s sudden hospitalization and call for him had to be related to them.
Sure enough.
The next moment, he heard the old man’s emotionless voice, "Draft a divorce agreement."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Mason and the others exchanged glances; the old man was as decisive and ruthless as ever.
Ho Chinman’s eyes showed shock; he wondered if he’d heard wrong.
He asked again, "Are you sure you didn’t misspeak and really want a divorce agreement?"
What’s going on?
Something major must have happened to provoke the old man to want a divorce.
If this news got out, it would certainly stir the entire circle.
"Do I look like I’m joking? Hurry up and draft it," the old man urged.
Chinman drafted the agreement in a daze and handed it over for the old man to review.
The old man scanned each line, frowning at the section on asset division, and said coldly, "Does she deserve to take my money? Lawyer Ho, draft it again. Madeline Ziegler will leave the Green Estate with nothing due to her financial schemes."
Chinman’s heart was as if it were hit by a storm, realizing that the missing Miss Green for seventeen years was abandoned by her own grandmother—a dramatic turn of events.
Though shocked, his hands didn’t stop working, and soon he completed a revised agreement.
The old man nodded in satisfaction at this version, "Good, you can leave for now."
After Chinman left, the old man handed the divorce agreement to Caleb, "Little Caleb, take this to that woman for her to sign."
"Alright."
...
In another hospital room, Caleb placed the agreement before the woman, speaking indifferently, "Grandfather sent this for you."
Madeline Ziegler looked at the agreement before her and suddenly felt a surge of panic, swatting away the agreement without even a glance.
"I won’t."
Caleb wasn’t angered by her actions and bent down to pick up the document, placing it back before her.
Just as Madeline was about to repeat her actions, Caleb’s cold words stopped her in her tracks.
"Each time you throw it, the more wounds Will Ziegler gets. So if you have the skill to harm your brother, you might as well take a look instead of wasting our time. Don’t you think so?"
Caleb deliberately emphasized the last courteous word, smiling insincerely at Madeline.
Seeing him threaten her, Madeline gritted her teeth and said word by word, "You truly are a good grandson, now knowing how to threaten me."
Caleb laughed softly, "This is thanks to your excellent teaching."
"You..." Madeline was so blocked that she couldn’t speak, glaring at him fiercely.
Caleb casually pulled a chair over, sat down cross-legged, and folded his hands, "You should look at the document first."
Madeline looked at the documents in her hands, lacking even a bit of courage to open them.
But recalling Caleb’s threat, she suppressed her panic and slowly opened it; the five bold characters ’Divorce Agreement’ instantly caught her eye.
In an instant, she felt as if her blood had frozen, staring incredulously at those words.
He actually wanted to divorce her.
Madeline’s fingers trembled as she leafed through the contents. When she saw the accusation of financial scheming harming the Green family, fear crept into her eyes.
How did he know? Did her brother betray her?
Yet it was not over; when she saw the terms stating she would leave with nothing, she immediately flung the agreement away, "I won’t sign. You can’t expect me to leave with nothing."
Madeline’s face, full of wrinkles, twisted as she shrieked sharply.
She had been in the Green family for decades; why should she receive nothing upon divorce?
Caleb’s expression didn’t change upon hearing this, his gaze still calm but carrying a strange hint of aggression.
"I don’t have time to waste with you. Signing is just a formality; whether you sign or not, it’s just a word from us."
In his view, the old man was still being too lenient.
Madeline’s distorted face froze momentarily, shocked at the man who uttered those words.
Only then did she realize she had never truly understood her grandson.
So beneath his usual gentleness lay a ruthless streak.
After a while.
Madeline decided on a break-it-all mindset, leaning back, "If that’s the case, you don’t need to stay. I won’t sign."
Suddenly.
She saw Caleb in front of her suddenly smile, but the smile never reached his eyes.
"It seems you have little affection for your brother, so why continue playing the martyr for him?"
Caleb’s casual tone carried a hint of amusement as he watched Madeline’s face turn from red to white, then to purple.
Ah, what a transformation.
Understanding the implication in his words, Madeline clenched her hands tightly, and at that moment, a black pen was placed before her.
Caleb didn’t rush her, sitting serenely as if he had no care in the world.
Thinking of her brother, Madeline could only swallow her grievances, trembling as she took up the pen and forcefully signed her name in the signature section.
"I’ve signed now, so are you going to have Julian release Will?"
"What you signed is a divorce agreement; it has nothing to do with Julian," Caleb sneered, taking the agreement from her hands and speaking lazily.
"Caleb," Madeline couldn’t believe his response and shouted in anger.
"At your age, don’t let your temper get the best of you, or you’ll end up igniting yourself."
After these words.
Caleb couldn’t be bothered to continue talking and stood up to leave.
Suddenly.
There was a burst of loud noises behind him.
He curled the corners of his mouth in a cold smile; this was just the beginning.