Chapter 2 The Biggest Regret of My Life

• At that moment, everyone present froze, staring at Timothy as if they were looking at a fool.
• "Heh! Timothy, how impressive you've become! Trying to get my attention with such a pathetic move? Let me tell you, it's impossible!"
• As she spoke, Hannah took a bank card from her purse and handed it to Timothy. "This is two million. Consider it compensation. The Miller family is a prestigious family. We don't want to become a laughingstock."
• Before Timothy could respond, Jonathan Grant stepped forward with a mocking smile. "Timothy, right? Hannah mentioned you during dinner! Honestly, someone like you has probably never seen this much money in your life. If you're smart, take the money and leave. Stop dreaming about marrying a rich woman and rising to the top. It's just not realistic for someone like you."
• The room instantly filled with voices of agreement.
• Even Hannah's mom, Claire Wilson, waddled forward, her bloated dress straining at the seams. She reached out with her stubby fingers and scolded Timothy harshly. "Timothy, isn't it the Miller family fortune that you're after? I opposed this marriage from the start! If it weren't for your shameless persistence, do you really think Hannah would've chosen you? If you have any dignity left, sign the divorce papers and get out of our lives!"
• In an instant, every mocking gaze fixed on Timothy, their eyes full of scorn, as if they were watching a beaten dog.
• "Heh." Timothy's eyes swept across everyone in the room, disappointment thick in his gaze.
• He stepped forward, signed the divorce papers without hesitation, and pushed the bank card back toward Hannah. Then, he casually took off the emerald dragon pendant from her waist. "My mom left this for my future wife. You don't deserve it anymore."
• Hannah rolled her eyes and shoved the pendant back into his hand. "Do you think I care about that?"
• "Heh." The last trace of warmth in Timothy's eyes vanished completely.
• Turning toward the door, his back straightened as he took a firm step forward. With his head slightly tilted, he said coldly, "Hannah, meeting you is the biggest regret of my life."
• Without another word, he strode out.
• As Timothy's figure disappeared from view, Hannah blinked in surprise. A sharp pang clenched at her heart, as if she had lost something important. For a moment, she stood there, utterly lost.
• "Hannah, congratulations. You're finally free!" Jonathan raised a glass, dressed in a sharp white suit, his face beaming with joy.
• Claire snatched up the bank card from the table, sneering. "A broke loser will always be a loser. Thought he was someone important for a second there."
• "Mr. Jonathan, tonight we're celebrating. You must stay and have a few more drinks. That loser's room is empty now, so why not spend the night? You and Hannah should get closer. You'll be family soon, after all!"
• Jonathan responded with a cheerful smile, clearly satisfied.
• "Sorry, I'm not feeling well. I'll excuse myself." Yet the one who should've been the happiest seemed dazed, her spirit hollow as she left in a hurry.
• Hannah's figure looked lonely as she walked away, carrying a deep sense of sorrow.
• She had brought Jonathan here today for two reasons. First, to make Timothy back off, to show him that she and Jonathan were a perfect match. The real goal was to pressure Timothy into signing the divorce papers.
• But when Timothy signed them without hesitation, she felt strangely empty.
• Jonathan was perfect, wealthy, well-matched, and capable of bringing great benefits to the Miller family. Yet at that moment, Hannah felt no excitement toward him.
• Under everyone's confused gazes, Hannah quietly left the banquet hall and returned to her room.
• She pushed open the door and stepped inside. A family photo of the three of them sat on the desk.
• The room was spotless, filled with memories of what once was. The bed sheets, covers, pillowcases, and clothes were all neatly arranged.
• "Timothy, you're a good man... but we were never meant to walk the same path."
• …
• After leaving the Miller Residence, Timothy let out a long sigh.
• In six years of marriage, he had given his all, sacrificing everything just to make this small family work. But in the end, the result was nothing but heartbreak.
• Still, Timothy had a clear conscience. He had done his best for this relationship.
• Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz!
• Just then, his pocket vibrated, and his phone rang.
• Timothy took out his phone and paused for a moment.
• "Hello?"
• The moment he answered, a slightly aged voice came from the other end. "Mr. Lawson, Mr. Kevin needs you to take care of something."
• Six years ago, Timothy's family had fallen into crisis. Back then, he had escaped an assassination attempt alone, barely surviving.
• But now, the Lawson family had long since recovered and risen again. In fact, everything the Miller family had gained over the years had come from Timothy quietly using his own resources to support them, though he had never told Hannah.
• "Let him handle it himself. I'm busy," Timothy replied, irritated.
• The old butler on the other end hesitated, quickly sensing Timothy's sour mood. "Mr. Lawson, did you have a fight with Ms. Hannah?"
• Timothy snapped impatiently, "We're divorced."
• The butler immediately perked up. "Mr. Lawson, I've said it before, Hannah and her family are nothing but gold-diggers. They only care about money. They were never a good match for you! Now that you're free, the matter Mr. Kevin needs you to handle might be just the thing for you."
• Timothy frowned. "What do you mean?"
• The old butler quickly explained, "Do you remember the Royce family, one of the four major families in Southonville? Mr. Kevin owes them a favor. Now, he can't handle it himself, so he's asking for your help. Besides, the eldest daughter of the Royce family was once betrothed to you in a childhood engagement. Now that you're divorced, it's the perfect chance to reconnect..."
• Frustrated, Timothy cut him off. "Enough! I'm heading to Grace Kindergarten to see Laurel. Tell the Royce family to pick me up there. Just this once, not again."
• ...
• After Timothy left, Hannah returned to the house, where the Miller family's banquet hall was still lively.
• Claire, holding her somewhat tipsy husband, Clement Miller, introduced him to Jonathan. "Jonathan, this is Hannah's dad."
• She gave Clement a small slap on the arm as he sipped wine from a strange-looking goblet. "Stop drinking. This is Jonathan. Mr. Jonathan, come say hello."
• Before Clement could speak, Jonathan suddenly froze. Stepping forward, he pointed at Clement's goblet in surprise. "Mr. Clement, where did you get that wine cup?"
• Clement blinked. "Someone gave it to me. I thought it looked nice, so I've been using it to drink."
• "Mr. Clement, you've found yourself a treasure!" Jonathan praised, examining it closely. "If I'm not mistaken, this is a royal Azure Chalice from the Louis II Dynasty, worth at least a million. I searched the whole world trying to find this piece, but never succeeded. I can't believe it ended up in your hands!"
• Clement and Claire exchanged stunned glances, both reading the shock in each other's eyes.
• Without saying a word, they dragged Jonathan to the storage room and pulled out several other dusty antiques that looked like cheap replicas. "Mr. Jonathan, you're knowledgeable. Take a look at these."
• Jonathan was as stunned as a country bumpkin entering a grand palace. His eyes widened as he inspected each piece.
• "Mr. Clement, Madam Claire, your collection is truly eye-opening. These artifacts are all genuine! From my rough estimate, even the cheapest among them would be worth tens or hundreds of thousands." He paused, narrowing his eyes. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get all this?"
• Claire and Clement's faces turned grim. After a long silence, Clement gritted his teeth and muttered, "All of this came from that broke loser Timothy as a wedding gift. We thought it was all fake..."