This is, after all, Mr. Jackson's private matter.
Moreover, the trip to Harbor City was supposed to be tomorrow, but Mr. Jackson decided to leave this afternoon suddenly, likely related to Miss Lyra.
"Mr. Jackson, you should rest first." Ivan said and then quietly stood to one side.
Morris Jackson closed his eyes, but the moment he did, his temples began to throb incessantly. He propped his hand against his brow. In his current state, rest was impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Lyra's heartless face and heard her ruthless words.
Breaking up.
Divorce.
It would never happen in this lifetime.
He declined her calls, not wanting to hear her frantic attempts to throw him off. Setting off on his trip a day in advance was also done to avoid her pressing him to handle their divorce.
Even if he couldn't delay it, he would prolong it with her.
In any case, he would never divorce her, even if it killed him.
...
After ending the call, Lyra did not give up.
