Chapter 2
Sonia pretended to be mad. “Brenden, that’s so not appropriate!” She then turned to Dwayne and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Dwayne. Brenden didn’t mean it.”
Dwayne’s gaze swept over Dorothy, and she saw no anger on his face. Then he picked Brenden up and said, “It’s fine.”
“I like Dwayne!”
Brenden wrapped his arms around Dwayne’s neck and pouted. “I wish Dwayne was really my daddy.”
“Oh you,” Sonia smiled, tapping his little head.
Dorothy clenched her fists.
She had never seen this side of Dwayne—it turned out he could be so gentle.
Forget it.
She couldn’t win his heart anyway.
Why should she care?
She tried her best to suppress the bitterness in her heart, walked past them, and entered the elevator.
***
Dorothy didn’t tell anyone she had filed the application for a transfer including Dwayne, because she didn’t think it was necessary.
Maybe he wasn’t interested to know anyway.
She drove to the Lambert’s manor and rang the doorbell.
Soon, the maid Liana Gibson opened the door. “Mrs. Lambert, you’re back.”
“Is Madam Lambert home?” she asked.
“Yes. Come on in,” Liana said respectfully.
Aliyah was a well-respected elder of the Lambert family. After Dwayne’s grandfather passed away, she took over the management of all family affairs and had held that authority ever since.
Her birth family was a powerful business clan in the south, and she was a decisive, formidable businesswoman in her earlier years. Even Carolyn Strickland, Dwayne’s mother, who’d never hidden her disdain for Dorothy, didn’t dare cross the line when Aliyah was present.
Liana led Dorothy to a room where Aliyah was praying with her hand on the Bible.
“Madam Lambert, Mrs. Lambert is here.”
Aliyah opened her eyes slowly and turned around. “Take a seat.”
After Liana left, Dorothy sat beside Aliyah.
Aliyah was a religious lady, who spent more time in the chapel than at home—lighting candles, whispering prayers, and volunteering for church events as if her soul depended on it.
“Madam Lambert, I want a divorce from Dwayne.”
