Ex-Husband’s Love Dilemma

Chapter 13

Cassandra looked aside with dull eyes, and she heard Orlando’s gentle voice. “Don’t worry, I will make them all like you. Take care of yourself and leave everything else to me, okay?”

Soon, the call ended.

Cassandra said calmly, “Let Ms. Spencer know not to worry. I won’t pester you. I’ll do my best to persuade Grandpa Peter. I’m more anxious than you guys.”

After all, she was pregnant. As time went by, Orlando would inevitably find out about it.

Orlando frowned and turned to the woman beside him. He said, “Rebecca was just making a casual remark. You don’t have to be upset. My stance remains the same–whether we are divorced or not, you can still come to me if you need anything in the future.”

“I didn’t. Why should I be mad?” Cassandra replied.

“Are you really in a hurry to get divorced?” Orlando asked.

“Aren’t you the same?” she asked softly, not looking at him but looking out of the window.

Orlando gazed at her beautiful profile and asked, “If you were in such a hurry, why didn’t you bring it up earlier?”

Cassandra paused, pursed her lips, and pretended to be indifferent. “There’s no particular reason.”

If she could figure out why, she would have already discovered why she fell in love with him in the first place.

Orlando didn’t press further. He glanced at the time on his watch and said, “Accompany me to the hospital first, and then the driver can take you back.”

“No. I can get off here,” Cassandra hurriedly replied.

“I don’t mean anything else. The hospital is not far from here, and it’s on the way to our house. If you’re unwilling, then I’ll send you back first,” Orlando explained..

“Don’t bother. Ms. Spencer is still waiting for you. I can take a taxi back by myself. You’d better go to the hospital and keep her company,” Cassandra said.

‘Perhaps no one would push their husbands to another woman’s side as I did. But what can I do? He would have still gone to Rebecca even if I didn’t push him to her, Cassandra thought.

Orlando didn’t insist anymore and just said indifferently, “Whatever you want.”

Cassandra took a taxi back to Dustmeadow Mansion alone.

It was only eight o’clock, which was still early. She turned on the computer and began investigating the account that reported the company’s plagiarism of the design drawing. After a thorough search, she finally identified an old company with 20 years of experience.

The company was somewhat renowned in the construction industry, but it had always been mediocre without much success.

Cassandra promptly forwarded the information to Michael for discussion. The two of them meticulously compared the company’s drawing with the one that was suspected of plagiarism. At first glance, the two drawings seemed very similar, but a professional would notice that there was no connection at all.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

This was likely what informers aimed to achieve, as not everyone in the public was familiar with the industry.

Therefore, even when they could see that there was no connection between the two designs, they couldn’t prove there wasn’t plagiarism. They would need direct evidence to establish their innocence.

The duration of this process was uncertain, but the deadline for cooperation was approaching.

Cassandra and Michael had been busy for nearly two and a half hours when Michael reassured her, “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. There’s no need to fret when we have a clear conscience.”

Cassandra hummed lightly and didn’t mention her uneasiness.

In the field of architecture and design, the consequence was disastrous once one was labeled with plagiarism. It didn’t matter whether the accusation was true or false because the label itself was stigmatizing.

Michael added, “I’ll contact this company to find out more information. Don’t feel too pressured on your end. I’ll be by your side no matter what happens.”

“Okay, thank you…” Cassandra expressed her gratitude.

“There is no need to say thank you between us,” Michael replied with a smile.

Cassandra smiled and didn’t thank him anymore. She just said, “In addition, we also need to investigate the people in our company.”

“Are you suspicious of a mole?” Michael seemed to be surprised.