Chapter 445

Whose Son Is Sebastian Really?

After the birthday banquet incident, Irene was forcibly sent back to the Valdemar residence.

Theodore never showed his face.

It was said he had gone abroad to handle urgent business.

Irene tried calling her husband for two consecutive days, but the calls never went through.

In her rage, she smashed two phones.

The servants trembled with fear, not daring to approach.

One week later, early in the morning.

Irene finished her breakfast and prepared to go out.

Theodore's assistant suddenly appeared.

After a brief greeting, he handed her a document.

Puzzled, Irene opened it.

The words "Divorce Agreement" stared back at her.

She froze on the spot.

Time seemed to stand still.

A long time passed before she slowly looked up.

"What is the meaning of this?"

The assistant replied in a strictly professional manner. "Mr. Valdemar instructed me to deliver this to you."

"Tell Theodore to come and speak to me himself! Do you think I will sign this?"

"I will convey your message." The assistant collected the agreement and turned to leave.

Irene finally showed signs of panic.

She immediately contacted Sebastian.

"Your father wants a divorce!"

The response on the other end was eerily calm.

"I know."

"Is that all you have to say?"

"I anticipated this the day of the birthday banquet."

"Come home immediately! Unless you no longer want me as your mother!"

This successfully forced Sebastian to return.

He had just stepped through the door when he saw his mother, her face streaked with tears.

"Mom…"

Irene threw herself into his arms, sobbing.

Sebastian gently patted her back.

"Go find your father! Make him take it back!"

"I can't do that."

"Whose side are you on? A divorce will harm your interests! What if he remarries and has another child? Your inheritance will be at risk!"

"I understand all that. But no one can change Dad's mind once it's made up."

"You've been married to him for decades. You should know that better than I do."

Irene's face turned deathly pale. She swayed unsteadily.

"Am I just being discarded like this?"

She muttered to herself.

"Why divorce so suddenly? Because of Emilia? That woman just won't stay gone!"

Sebastian said, "Before this, Dad never mentioned divorce."

"He even kept it from you?"

"I'm not sure."

After Sebastian left, Irene sat alone in silence.

No…

She couldn't admit defeat…

She had schemed so hard to marry Theodore.

They had weathered decades of storms together. She couldn't be forced out now.

What was the point of all her past efforts?

Irene wiped away her tears, applied her makeup, and went to the Atlante residence.

Since the problem started at the birthday banquet, since Theodore was standing up for Emilia, she would start with the Atlante family.

If Emilia persuaded him not to divorce, would he change his mind?

Reality dealt her a harsh blow.

"Won't see me?" Irene raised her voice. "Did you make my purpose clear?"

The servant nodded.

"Did you mention the divorce?"

The servant nodded again.

"What was their reaction?"

"The Master said he will not see you. The Mistress said your family affairs are none of their concern."

Irene gritted her teeth.

Not only did they refuse to acknowledge her, they wouldn't even lift a finger to help!

"Fine! Since they are heartless, they can't blame me for being ruthless!"

She turned to leave, then suddenly turned back.

"Where is Emilia?"

The servant hesitated.

Irene sneered. "Is it so difficult to answer me now? I treated you well in the past!"

"Miss, I'm sorry…"

"Speak! Where is Emilia?"

"The Second Young Miss left several days ago."

Irene frowned. "Back to the neighboring city? With David Sullivan?"

"I really don't know…"

"Useless!" Irene stormed off in anger.

When she returned home, she saw Theodore standing in the living room.

The man was dressed in a black suit, his posture tall and straight.

Nearly fifty, he was still exceptionally handsome.

She stood in the entryway, momentarily stunned.

She had been captivated by this face in her youth. Thirty years later, she was still deeply enthralled.

"You…"

Theodore looked up coldly. "The assistant said you wanted to talk?"

Irene snapped back to reality. Her eyes instantly welled with tears.

"Honey…"

Theodore remained unmoved. "I'm back. What did you want to discuss?"

"Can we not get a divorce?" she pleaded softly.

The man's expression was unreadable.

"We've been married for over twenty years. Our son is all grown up. You want a divorce just like that? Theodore, you have no heart—"

"Heh. You still have the nerve to ask me? You dare mention our son?"

"At least let me understand why I'm being cast aside!"

"Fine," Theodore sneered, stepping closer. "Who was responsible for Emilia's disappearance back then?"

"How did you get pregnant?"

"Whose son is Sebastian, really?"

Each question hit like a thunderclap.

Not only was Irene shaken to her core, but Sebastian, who had just arrived at the door, heard every word clearly!

His steps faltered.