After the Affair: Falling into a Billionaire's Arms Chapter 110

Thinking about this, she answered the call. "Hello, Mr. Capulet." Her greeting was polite yet distant.

Dominic's tone was surprisingly gentle. "Louisa, I just got back to Silverlight City and heard about what happened between you and George. 

"This standoff isn't solving anything. Come home for lunch tomorrow. We can talk things through openly. If George is truly at fault, I'll set him straight myself."

That caught Louisa off guard. So he wasn't trying to convince her to leave George? He wanted them to reconcile?

She paused before responding coolly, "That won't be necessary. He's already signed the divorce agreement. There's nothing left to discuss between us. 

"If you want to persuade anyone, convince him to complete the remaining divorce procedures. After that, I'll consider all ties severed between myself, him, and the Capulet family."

On the other end, Dominic fell silent for a moment. "I understand you're angry with George. But being angry doesn't solve the problem. 

"Look, regardless of how you feel right now, come over first and we can discuss everything face-to-face. 

"After all, divorce isn't something you can decide unilaterally. In the end, both parties need to work things out together, don't you agree?"

Louisa smirked inwardly. 'Who's really avoiding resolution here? You're not convincing your son, but trying to convince me?' 

From Dominic's tone, it seemed he didn't want her to divorce George. If that was the case, there was no point in her going. She was still injured—if that family of lunatics decided to do something to her, she wouldn't even be able to escape.

She forced a smile. "You're right, things do need to be resolved. When George comes by next time, I'll talk things through with him properly. But lunch won't be necessary—it's not convenient for me to come over."

Seeing she wouldn't budge, Dominic's voice took on an unmistakable hardness. "You're just coming for a meal, nothing more. Besides, if you don't come to me, would you prefer I come to you myself?" 

The threat in his words was crystal clear.

Louisa couldn't help but laugh at this family. It was truly genetic—they all resorted to the same intimidation tactics. 

But she couldn't understand why Dominic opposed the divorce. Logically, given her incompatible social standing with the Capulet family, they should be thrilled she wanted out. Dominic had no reason to object. Unless there was something else going on?

Sensing her hesitation, Dominic pressed further, "It's settled then. I'll have George pick you up tomorrow." 

With that, he hung up, giving her no chance to refuse.

The Capulet family, all cut from the same cloth. She had no doubt that if she didn't go willingly, they would drag her there by force if necessary. 

It seemed she had no choice. Still, she couldn't figure out why Dominic opposed their divorce. She didn't believe it was about reputation. Her instincts told her something wasn't adding up.

Meanwhile, after hanging up, Dominic's brow remained furrowed.

George immediately asked, "What did she say? Is she coming?"

"She'll come, but from her tone, she's very determined about the divorce. This won't be an easy conversation." 

Those words made George's expression twist with pain and struggle. So this wasn't just one of her tantrums? Did she truly want to divorce him?

Hazel, sitting comfortably on a nearby sofa sipping her floral tea, overheard the conversation and snorted dismissively. "I really don't understand you two. This Louisa has neither family background nor connections—how could she possibly be worthy of being a Capulet daughter-in-law? Isn't it better that she's leaving?"

"Family background, family background—that's all you think about. So shortsighted," Dominic snapped.

Hazel bristled. "How am I shortsighted? Am I wrong? How is that Louisa qualified to join our Capulet family?"

"You fool! Do you even know who Louisa is...?"

"What is she? Just the daughter of some powerless farmer, isn't she?"

The two quickly descended into another argument. 

George, tired of their bickering and ready to leave, caught his father's words and asked, "Dad, who is Louisa exactly?"

Dominic hesitated, looking at his son with a troubled expression. "Nothing. We'll discuss it another time."

George nodded, not bothering to press further. Whatever Louisa's background was, it didn't matter much to him. He cared about the person, not her status. 

He wondered if she'd run off to Julian's place again without him there to watch over her.

Unable to sit still any longer, he excused himself and prepared to leave.

Hazel immediately called out, "Where are you going? Your father just got back after so long, and you can't even stay to keep him company?"

"Something at the company. I need to go in," George replied impatiently.

"What company business? Don't think I don't know—you haven't been to the office in days. You're going to find Louisa again, aren't you?"

George had been trying to avoid arguing with his mother, but at those words, he turned to her sharply, barely contained fury in his eyes. "So what if I am? 

"If you hadn't looked down on her and caused problems for her repeatedly, she wouldn't have become so determined to divorce me. She's my wife. I'm going to bring her back. If you don't want to see her again, I'm fine with never seeing you either. I don't care."

"You... you dare speak to me like this over that woman?" Hazel was livid.

"Enough, both of you," Dominic reprimanded, then turned to George. "She's dead set on divorcing you. Even if you go to her and make a scene, will that change her mind?"

"I don't care what she thinks. I'm going to find her. She's my wife."

"Alright." Dominic massaged his aching temples. "Don't make a fuss. You'll pick her up tomorrow. Don't go out today—tell me about what's happening at the company instead..."

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In the end, George didn't go to find Louisa, and she had a peaceful night—at least in the sense that no one came to bother her. Her mind, however, was far from quiet.

She kept wondering why Dominic opposed their divorce, feeling certain there was more to the situation. But after thinking about it all night, she still couldn't figure it out.

Finally giving up, she decided to go to bed and rest. 

However, when she tried to go upstairs, she realized her wheelchair made it impossible. 

While she could move around the ground floor easily enough, getting upstairs to sleep was out of the question. 

But her living room only had a sofa, not a bed. Was she going to have to make do with the sofa for the night?

As she was pondering this problem, Julian called.

She answered, "Mr. Tudor."

"Come over," he said.