Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 700

Their employer was a man of considerable power and unknown depth. The staff had seen enough to know that much.

The two guests carried themselves like people of standing. But probably not Storm-level standing.

When the young woman turned on Draven and dressed him down in front of everyone, the staff froze where they stood.

She looked younger than him by several years. Youth didn't carry weight in these circles. So where did she find the nerve to speak to Draven like that? To call him a lunatic to his face in his own home?

Was she not afraid of him at all?

The staff stood rigid. The words hadn't been directed at them, but hearing them felt like being caught in the blast anyway. Not one of them dared move.

Then came the part none of them could make sense of. Draven didn't react. He didn't even pause. He simply agreed, and did what she said. Herman hadn't been able to move him, yet this woman had managed it in 30 seconds.

"You're right," Draven said quietly. "I'll get the wound treated. Herman will look after you and take you to the children."

After Draven left, Herman followed his instructions and saw to Ayla, leading them to the guest residence.

Herman watched Draven walk away with the doctors and let out a long breath. Thank god he'd listened to her. When Draven dug in, there was no moving him.

He turned his attention to Ayla. She must have been worried about Draven, at least a little. That was the only explanation for why she'd said anything at all.

But she didn't look worried. She looked cold. And she was standing close to Max, moving with him, the two of them clearly together.

Herman found that genuinely hard to accept. If that was real, what was Draven supposed to do now? Wait in the background? Play some humiliating supporting role?

Knowing Draven's state of mind these past months, Herman thought he might actually be willing to. The man wasn't going to give up on Ayla. That much was obvious.

Herman had coffee prepared and waiting, but Ayla didn't want coffee. She wanted the children. He took her straight to the nursery.

She had spent days asking Troy for video footage and noticed nothing wrong. Now she understood why. The nursery here was set up almost identically to the one at Blue Villa in Trensea. Every detail matched.

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