Cassandra anticipated that Horace would deny her request, but she at least expected him to dilly-dally.
However instead, he gave her an outright rejection.
"You want to divorce Lionel? Over my dead body will you divorce!" he roared.
Every muscle on Horace's face convulsed with rage.
He went ballistic.
He thought that he treated her nicely. She was still young when she married his son. When she
requested to take up higher studies in Rome, he allowed her to do so and even sent her to the best
design school.
Upon finishing her study, she came home and refused to be a real couple with Lionel simply because
they did not get along. Horace did not interfere with their affairs as a father, either. He believed that the
young couple should solve their own problems.
He made Cassandra the manager of the Design Department, which actually made many board
members unhappy. It was a very coveted position. Still, he gave it to her despite their opposition.
The way Horace saw it, Cassandra had no reason to leave the family. He had given her everything she
needed. Now, she was telling him in front of everyone that she wanted a divorce? He felt so betrayed.
Jill stood up and rubbed her husband's back to calm him down. It was rare for Horace to be this
agitated. He was not easily angered but right now, he was fuming. She blamed Cassandra.
"Don't be so unreasonable, Cassandra. You know his condition. He is not at his peak health, to say the
least. Should news of this break out, something terrible would surely happen to him because of
distress!"
Jill said. The moment she finished talking, Horace began to cough severely. He had asthma so he had
to monitor his breathing often. However, what Cassandra told him today caused him to cough
uncontrollably.
Cassandra had to swallow her words when she saw her father-in-law's condition. It was really not her
intention to cause so much trouble.
"I'm sorry..."
Cassandra felt as if her chest was getting tighter. It suddenly became so difficult to breathe. Not
knowing what to do and quite devastated with what she had done, she decided to run out of the room.
On a kneejerk reaction, Lionel stood up and was about to chase after Cassandra. He felt anxious when
she left the room. Ivy, however, was hawk-eyed. She shot him a sharp glance and pulled his arm
before he could go anywhere.
"Lionel!"
She called his name with an affectionate yet aggrieved voice. This immediately stopped Lionel on his
tracks.
He lowered his head and looked at Ivy.
There were tears in her eyes, making her look very vulnerable.
Lionel frowned seeing her sad face. His heart ached to see her like that.
Ivy was pregnant. If he went out to chase after another Cassandra, how would she feel?
Lionel turned around and slowly sat down beside Ivy.
With sad eyes and a quivering voice, Ivy also slowly looked at everyone in the room and started to
speak.
"Auntie, Uncle, I...know I cannot marry Lionel. I just really wish I could. I will also give you my baby. All I
would ask is that you let me stay here for a few more months after he is born so I can at least feel what
it's like to have the love of a husband and parents-in-law,"
she said as tears rolled down her cheeks. Everyone looked at her with sympathy.
"My parents died when I was still a girl. I long for a family. And although I didn't stay with you for so
long, I'm keeping all the beautiful memories in my mind. Thank you for taking care of me. Now,
Cassandra wants to divorce Lionel because of me. I know this made you very unhappy and it's all my
fault. I'm so sorry for ruining your family. I think now it would be the best for me to move out so that she
can eventually change her mind," Ivy continued.
She kept letting her tears run down her face. They sparkled like the dew on the grass in the morning.
Jill had always gotten along with Ivy. It broke her heart to see her so sorrowful.
"Ivy, please don't blame yourself. And please don't think about leaving. Just relax and focus on taking
care of yourself and the baby. It's not your fault. As for what Cassandra said, she may be overwhelmed.
We'll just move on for now and see where it goes,"
Jill assured her. With a wave of her hand, she signaled a maid to fetch Horace's medication and had
him take it. Dinner was prepared but eating was the last thing on everyone's mind.
They all left the dining room sullenly and went to their respective rooms. When Rufus got to his, he
immediately changed his clothes and hopped out of the window onto the grass of the ground floor.
The light was dim and he was hardly recognizable. He ran to the wall and climbed up so smoothly. It
was clear that he had done this several times before. Letting go of the edge at the other side, he
landed on the sidewalk.
He shot glances left and right looking for Cassandra. True enough, he found the woman walking lost in
thought.
He approached slowly and inconspicuously observed her. She walked slowly with arms wrapped
herself. The wind blew over her hair. She looked so lonely in the cold, windy night.
Rufus followed her from behind at a slow pace. He wanted to know where she would head for.
Cassandra was at a loss after she ran out. Where could she go?
She remembered experiencing this once when she sat in the snow for a long time before Rufus took
her to the hospital.
Tonight's weather was nice, though. The moon hung on the sky, big and round. The stars sparkled from
far away. It was neither raining nor snowing.
Still, she felt as if her heart were covered with a blanket of snow. It was cold and shivering.
Cassandra always took pride in her independence. Yet, she often found herself unable to maneuver
her own life at the most critical moments. She recalled how she choked up when Horace shut her
down.
She was a caged bird. Right when she thought that God had opened a window for her, she realized
that it was still covered with glass. She was trapped and all she could do was watch the world she
wanted to be part of, from a distance.
Cassandra understood how risky and drastic her decision was. Still, she felt that it was something she
had to do. She sacrificed her youth and her life for the benefit of the Qin family. Lionel, on the other
hand, was forced to marry someone he did not love either. They were both victims here, trapped for the
rest of their lives.
She also felt sorry for Ivy who had moved into the Tang family hoping for a better future at the expense
of her dignity. What was more, she had to endure everything people said about her behind her back.
She risked everything, and Cassandra could not seem to make sense of her decision. 'Cassandra, how
could you jump out of the cage without having a backup plan?' she thought to herself.
'How naive!'
Suddenly, a car approached slowly and stopped beside Cassandra. The window rolled down and inside
was Dylon.
"Cassandra!" he greeted her. "What a coincidence! Why are you wandering on the street?"
he asked her loudly, interrupting her train of thought.
Rufus, who was not so far away, noticed the man. He clenched his fists and carefully observed what
was happening.
"Yes. It's a bit stuffy at home. I'm just going for a walk. Why are you here?" she asked.
In Cassandra's memory, Dylon did not live nearby.
"I'm here visiting a friend and happen to see you here. Have you had dinner? I haven't. Wanna join
me?"
Dylon smiled brightly. His invitation was just too sincere for Cassandra to reject.
She tilted her head as she considered. It would be awkward for her to go back to the Tang house now,
anyway. Having dinner with Dylon might be a better choice. She indeed felt a bit hungry after
everything that had happened.
"Sure," she said as she pulled the door open and slid in. Dylon smiled and started the car.
A doleful expression appeared on Rufus's face. 'Who was that man? Why did Cassandra seem familiar
with him? She did not even hesitate to go with him when he invited her. That was strange.'
He found himself feeling nervous when he remembered how she would refute him whenever they
argued.
Rufus hailed a taxi and got on.
"Follow that car, but stay hidden. Quick, don't lose it," he ordered.
The driver nodded and did what he was told. Steadily and quietly, they drove behind the other vehicle.
Seeing Cassandra so preoccupied, Dylon decided to say something to cheer her up.
"Hey, Cassandra, I found something interesting. This is the third time I've seen you lost in thought. Did
that occur to you?"
he jested with a bright smile across his face. He wanted to make her laugh a little.
Cassandra sat on the passenger seat, looking into the distance. She had milky skin just like a doll.
Despite Dylon's remark, she remained as distant as she was. Her face was frozen and her depression
had a firm hold of her.
"Don't be unhappy all the time, girl. Look, I have good news. I decided to be a photographer as a hobby
and a doctor by profession here!"
Dylon announced. Finally, Cassandra turned and stared at her friend with huge, wide eyes. He was
rather satisfied with her reaction.
"Really? That's amazing! Your father must be super happy!"
Cassandra's eyes began to glimmer with excitement. This was something she always encouraged him
to do. Now that he was set to pursue it, she felt very delighted for him.
"Yeah, of course he is. But I have to start with the basics: be an outpatient doctor first, I guess,"
Dylon replied, feeling relieved to see Cassandra in a lighter mood.
Unfortunately, this cheerful Cassandra only lasted for a minute. As quickly as her face lighted up, her
eyes darkened.
"I envy you a lot, really. You can make your own decisions, not like me. I barely have control in my life,"
she confessed.
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