After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1143 Young Master Disappeared

Chapter 1143 Young Master Disappeared

"Look at him, acting like it doesn't hurt at all, not a single whimper from him. Are you all skipping

meals? Give him a good thrashing for me!" Paloma slammed the cup she was holding onto the table

with force.

The rattan flew through the air at twice its previous speed, and the sound it made was also louder.

Anthony understood the meaning of Paloma's words.

The fierce family punishment landed on him time and time again, leaving an additional bloodstain on

his originally pristine shirt. It was quite terrifying, and just looking at it was enough to send shivers down

one's spine.

Anthony no longer deliberately suppressed the pain, and his expression gradually became somewhat

unbearable, with uncontrollable groans escaping from his throat.

"Uh..."

Anthony slouched, his hand on the ground to support himself. The bloodstains that had seeped through

on his back looked extremely grim and tragic.

Mavis silently watched, her fingers turning white as she squeezed them, and her eyes began to sting.

"Enough, please stop hitting!"

She struggled to break free from Kane's grip and ran straight over to protect Anthony.

"Mavis, this is the Callahan family's rule. Even if he's in power, he will be punished for his mistakes.

Don't interfere." Paloma appeared calm on the surface, but she was actually relieved in her heart.

The beating was truly harsh. If this girl didn't show some reaction soon, she wouldn't be able to keep up

the act for another second.

"Grandma, I promise you, we won't get divorced." Mavis carefully protected Anthony, avoiding his

injuries and fearing it would worsen his pain.

In response to the request of Paloma, she made a compromise.

Anthony interrupted her and said, "I don't need you to compromise out of pity for me, and I certainly

don't want to force you into making a decision."

Unless she willingly decided not to divorce, he will never engage in any behavior that forced her to stay.

"Not pity," she lowered her reddened eyes, "but I have come to my own realization."

She used to think that seeing Anthony in pain would make her feel happy.

Just now, Anthony was beaten because of her fault. She felt heartbroken and the pain tightened her

entire chest.

She cannot just stand by and do nothing, watching passively.

Anthony's heart seemed to be struck by something, and he reached out to pull her into his arms.

She fell into his chest without any defense, clearly hearing the heavy and powerful beating of his heart.

At that moment, it felt as if everyone around had disappeared, and an inexplicable sense of peace

settled in.

Paloma looked pleased and her lips curved upwards, but her butler Saul quickly cleared his throat to

remind her that the play was not over yet.

Without getting hold of that divorce agreement, it was like a ticking time bomb in her mind and she can't

feel at ease.

Mavis came to her senses and slowly pulled away from Anthony's embrace. She lowered her head and

opened her bag, taking out a well-preserved piece of paper. She gently unfolded it and showed the side

with writing on it to Paloma.

The divorce agreement was laid out in front of them.

Before Paloma could speak, she decisively tore up the paper in her hand and said, "I promise not to

divorce Anthony. As long as we stay together, there will be no more disputes over Alistair's custody. Are

you satisfied now?"

Paloma felt greatly relieved and cast approving glances, her heart filled with joy that she couldn't

contain. However, she maintained a composed demeanor on her face and said, "Mavis, you're the

most sensible one. Since that's the case, let's put away the family rules quickly and bring out the

medicine box to send it to the ancestral hall."

After giving the order, Paloma turned around and walked away, afraid that if she slowed down even a

step, her expression would give way.

As she passed by Anthony, Paloma raised her eyebrows at him. She remarked that even in crucial

moments, he still had to rely on his grandmother to help him win his wife back. She was simply too

good at arranging things!

Before leaving, she sent everyone away and only left the two of them.

The butler brought the medicine box and arranged the medicines that could be used. He explained the

order of medication to Mavis and quickly left.

The blood-stained shirt was removed, revealing the clear scars.

Anthony's skin was extremely pale, yet his sturdy back was covered in old scars and now fresh blood

marks, red lines that obscured the natural contours of his back muscles.

Those old scars silently spoke of how much pain and torment this body had once endured.

Mavis looked as her hands trembled while preparing the medicine.

Anthony could feel her low mood and gently touched her head, his eyes full of tenderness. "After all, I

am the one in charge. The servants are just putting on a show. It doesn't hurt at all."

It was strange if it didn't hurt.

The new wounds were layered over the old scars, and Mavis found them glaringly vivid. She sighed,

saying, "Don't move around. Let me apply the medicine for you."

Anthony lightly hooked his fingertip on her nose and said, "Grandma is the person in this family who

loves me the most. She can't bear to be tough on me, so these few hits are nothing at all."

Seeing her worried expression, for some reason, he felt happy instead.

So he took the initiative to talk about the past.

"The former leader of our family was Shane. He'd been a part of almost all of my painful memories in Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

this family."

"When I was a kid, I didn't have my own pen, so I borrowed his. Our mother caught me and accused

me of stealing it. I asked Shane for help, but he didn't tell the truth. As a result, I was taken to the

ancestral hall and severely punished."

"Also, when I got into fights as a child, even if it wasn't my fault, I would be tied to a stool and beaten. I

couldn't get out of bed for seven or eight days, and I had a fever for several days. For my mother, if

something was my fault, then it was my fault. And if my younger siblings made mistakes, it was still my

fault. This kind of thing happened so many times, too many for me to even count."

Mavis was frightened to hear it.

She had always thought that Anthony was a pampered young master since childhood, but she didn't

expect that he had been bullied so badly when he was a child.

"Why is she so biased when they are both sons, her own flesh and blood?"

This "she" referred to Caitlin, who was Anthony's nominal mother.

Anthony didn't explain, with a smile on his lips, "Are you so indignant because you care about me?"

"No way. There's no such thing as favoritism without reason. It must be because you were too

mischievous when you were young and brought it upon yourself." She turned her head away,

stubbornly speaking.

Anthony smiled lightly and spoke seriously, "If you ever want a divorce again, we'll sign another

agreement. Alistair's custody will still be yours, and I promise not to go back on my word."

Chad once said that using force alone was a despicable act and will only backfire.

Only sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity.

He really listened carefully and reflected on his own problems.

In the future, he will give Mavis enough space.

"Really?" Mavis raised her eyebrows and teased him.

"If you don't believe it, let's go and sign another one while grandma is not here."

Looking at his serious and handsome face, Mavis suddenly felt that he was somewhat cute.

Her usually innocent eyes showed a hint of shrewdness as she lowered her head to rummage through

her bag.

Soon, Mavis pulled out a document from her bag and tilted her face up as she handed it to Anthony,

proudly shaking it back and forth.

Anthony was taken aback and asked, "What is this?"

"The divorce agreement that you signed."

Mavis first looked around outside the ancestral hall to confirm that no one was eavesdropping before

explaining in a low voice, "The one I just tore up was actually an old draft that my lawyer had previously

drafted for me. This one is the real deal, the one you gave me."

Anthony realized it and couldn't help but chuckle.

The shrewd grandmother probably never imagined that one day Mavis would be able to coax her so

effectively.

"So... what's your plan now?" Anthony originally wanted to say whether she was keeping this

agreement as a signal for divorce, but as the words reached his lips, he found himself unsure of how to

broach the topic.

"Of course, my plan is to use this agreement to threaten you," Mavis raised an eyebrow, not hiding her

intentions. "I promised Grandma that I wouldn't leave this time. But if you ever disappoint me again in

the future, I will find this agreement and take Alistair away from you forever. You'll never find us again."

Anthony smiled helplessly, "Okay."

At that moment, Mavis looked into his deep blue eyes and felt as though she was hit by a wave of

warmth. She couldn't help but look away and break the special atmosphere with a teasing tone, "Mr.

Callahan who always keeps his word, have I finally got you under my control?"

Anthony chuckled.

He had been under her control for a long time already; he just didn't realize it back then.

The ancestral hall was quiet as Mavis administered medicine for him.

Time always seemed to pass quickly when one was focused on their work.

As night fell outside, Kane suddenly rushed in from the corridor looking anxious and out of breath, "Mr.

Callahan! Mrs. Callahan! Something bad has happened!"

Mavis immediately stood up, "Has something new happened at the hospital? Has Moore come out of

surgery?"

Kane shook his head, "It's Mr. Alistair - he's missing!"