"Julian? Julian, are you even listening to me?" Felicity's voice echoed insistently through the phone, but Julian didn't hear a word.
He was transfixed by the piece of paper clutched in his hand—his eyes locked onto the bold, cold words of the summons.
Winona was divorcing him. She was taking him to court.
She'd filed the papers two months ago.
Two months. That meant the day she'd left home, that divorce agreement she'd handed him hadn't been a bluff—it was real.
Julian set the phone aside, numb, and stood up. Without another word, he strode out of his office.
Gideon was waiting for him just outside. The moment Julian appeared, Gideon stepped forward, careful to keep his tone respectful. "Mr. Nicholson, are you heading out?"
He didn't dare pry about the boss's destination. There were urgent matters on his plate; just moments ago, Old Mrs. Nicholson had called again, pressing him to find Winona and get her to sign the employment contract.
The little princess needed her mother. It couldn't wait any longer.
Julian was already halfway down the hall, his footsteps echoing. "I'm going to the courthouse," he called back.
Gideon blinked, momentarily speechless.
From the look on Mr. Nicholson's face—icy, forbidding, a wall no one dared approach—Gideon could guess the summons the judge had delivered was no ordinary document.
But if Mr. Nicholson wouldn't talk, Gideon dared not ask.
Still, he had no idea how to answer Old Mrs. Nicholson now.
He sat in his office for over an hour, staring at the phone, racking his brain for a solution. Then the desk phone rang.
He picked it up, already bracing for another round. "Ma'am, I still haven't found Winona—"
"Gideon, this is the front desk," a nervous voice stammered. "There's a woman here… a middle-aged lady, and she's brought… she's brought the little princess. She wants to see the CEO."


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