In the Civil Affairs Bureau, Emma stood face to face with the driver with the newly issued divorce certificate in her hand.

"Mrs... Ms. Evans." A trace of embarrassment flashed across the driver's face. "This is the compensation written in the agreement by the president. The password is your birthday."

As he spoke, he handed over a bank card.

Emma couldn't help touching her lower abdomen and then laughed. "Don't bother. I've already told your president that I don't want the house or money. I just hope he can keep his promise, and we won't meet again for the rest of our lives!"

As soon as she said that, she went straight to the side of the street and got in the black Mercedes-Benz that had been waiting there for a long time.

In the Mercedes, Emma looked at Harry, who looked tense, and said in resignation, "Harry, it's not like you're divorcing. Why are you so nervous?"

"Emma, are you really divorced?" Harry, who was sitting in the driver's seat, still had some doubts.

Emma didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She raised the divorce certificate and shook it. "I'm really divorced. I have nothing to do with Arthur now."

"That's good." Harry heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes filled with smiles. "Let's celebrate your new single life. What do you want to eat for dinner? My treat!"

"Where's my brother?"

Emma had thought her brother would come to pick her up, but she didn't expect to see Harry, her childhood sweetheart.

"Your brother... He's a little busy now, but he asked me to tell you the divorce was good news. He can't wait to see you back home!" As Harry spoke, he started the car. "Back then, I told you that Arthur married you because his family urged him to get married, and he didn't like you at all. But you still held onto him for three years. Even I was so mad, let alone your brother!

"You shouldn't have gotten married in the first place!"

A trace of sadness flashed across Emma's clear eyes. She didn't want Harry to see it, so she turned to look out of the car.

Three years was long enough to warm the coldest heart, but Arthur wasn't affected at all.

She loved him wholeheartedly, but all she got in return was the word "divorce".

Emma thought of something and touched her lower abdomen again. There was a trace of tenderness in her eyes. Even though this relationship had hurt her badly, God still pitied her. One month ago, they slept together and made her pregnant.

Now, apart from her brother, she had a second closest relative in this world.

Even without a father, she would raise this child well.

Compared to Harry's rage, Emma had calmed down a long time ago. "Some people are bound to meet each other, and I've long resigned myself to my fate. Three years was a tempering from the heavens, and I'll live a better life in the future."

Seeing that Emma had gotten over it, Harry felt relieved.

"Emma, you've really grown up." Harry was gratified, but at the same time, he felt a little sad. If he had been braver three years ago, maybe now...

"One has to grow up through constant training. We can't stay stagnant forever."

Emma didn't notice Harry's mood. She called her brother and found his phone was turned off. She looked at Harry and asked, "What's wrong with my brother?"

Harry avoided her gaze, and a trace of guilt flashed through his eyes. Then, he smiled and said, "Who knows? Maybe he's going to give you a surprise. By the way, what are you going to do in the future? You even stopped your studies for the sake of marriage. Your professor is still calling me all the time."

Emma touched her belly and smiled gently. "I'll have this baby first. While I'm at it, I'll continue my studies."

Screech!

Suddenly, the brakes of the car squealed.

Harry turned to look at Emma, his dark eyes full of astonishment. "You... you're pregnant?"

"Yes, it's only been a month." Seeing what Harry wanted to ask, Emma nodded. "It's his baby, but he doesn't know."

Now that she thought about it, it was ridiculous. The day she was looking forward to telling Arthur that she was pregnant was also the day when he proposed a divorce.

"How can you still..." Harry tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

Emma sighed slightly and couldn't help recalling her college days. "I've been away from school for so long. I wonder if the professor will scold me?"

Harry looked at her, his eyes filled with intense emotions, "You are the most outstanding genius pharmacist at Styma University, how can the professor bear to scold you?"

"Is that so?" The corners of Emma's lips curled up, and her eyes were full of eagerness. "Then I can't let the professor down this time."

In the afternoon, in the president's office of the Wilson Group.

"Mr. Wilson, everything is done." The assistant said to the busy man behind the desk, "But Ms. Evans didn't take the card you gave her."

Hearing this, Arthur frowned, "Not a penny?"

"Yes, she said she didn't want the money or the house, but..." The assistant hesitated for a long time. When he saw Arthur's cold eyes looking at him, he quickly said, "She just hoped you could keep your promise and... don't see her again for the rest of her life."

Arthur's hand, which was holding the pen, paused. He suddenly heard her soft voice in the darkness that night. Her clear eyes were full of nervousness and anxiety. She looked at him like a frightened rabbit, begging him to be gentle.

Arthur's dark eyes looked like deep pools. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Transfer the money and houses to her account."

He didn't love her, but she had helped him deal with the Wilson Manor and become his woman in the past three years. He naturally wouldn't mistreat her.

The assistant nodded, but he wasn't in a hurry to leave.

"Anything else?"

Being stared at by Arthur's dark and cold eyes, the assistant felt he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mr. Wilson, I received news ten minutes ago that the official website of Styma University announced that the genius pharmacist, Death, went back to class."

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur's indifferent expression changed. "Contact the university immediately. I want to see Death as soon as possible."

"Yes, Mr. Wilson."