DEBT ON TOP OF MARRIAGE
Chapters 146. WHO ELSE IS HE
After meeting with Robby, Milley now intends to say goodbye to him.
"Sir, we go first, next time we'll definitely meet again."
Robby looked at his wife and daughter. There was a sense of unwillingness to fuss, but he had no right to hold the two. Lena is no longer his wife, while Virgo has mortgaged her to pay her debts.
Robby wiped her tears, but Milley held her father's hand.
"Sir, don't be sad, I'm sure you'll be happy after you're sincere."
Robby looked at his daughter again. He was grateful when Milley did not harbor hatred for him.
"Thank you very much, son, for the kindness of your heart. May God always take every step of your life."
"Aamiin, yes, sir. We're saying good."
"Yes, careful. Take care of your womb, son. I'm sorry you can't give me anything but prayer."
Milley smiled, then left. Lena followed Milley's footsteps. Robby looked at his departure wryly. One problem in his life has now diminished.
Even though they have lived their lives at least there is no grudge between the two.
"Lena, take good care of yourself, may you get your happiness back."
"Aamiin's."
Lena can't say anything. What happened today has left him in shock. Frightened, the shadow of Robby's cruelty seems to spin like an old cassette and make Lena suddenly mute. Maybe that's why he feels uncomfortable.
"Mom, nothing will happen, trust me."
Perhaps that was the meaning of the gesture given by Milley while looking at her mother. Milley understood what Lena was feeling. The same thing he felt earlier, but Michael's message to him, he finally used it at that time.
"Hopefully, I sincerely apologize, and may he get guidance and ease of sustenance after this. Aamiin's."
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Anggara company
"Thank you for your attendance at today's meeting. I think the meeting this time was enough to get here. Good day."
Dylan had just closed his meeting this time. After Michael had not been able to return to the company, it was during this time that Dylan took the lead there.
"Dylan, can I have a word?"
Mr. Chryst stopped his grandson's steps. Dylan who was about to go undo his intentions then turned his head towards his grandfather. Inside the room were only the three of them. Dylan, Mr. Chryst and Andreas. Meanwhile Jo waits outside.
"There's something important I want to talk to you all about."
"What is this, Dad?"
Dylan was still looking through the contents of the document.
"That's the division of responsibility you're going to hold right now. I beg you not to ask more about the difference in responsibilities you accept."
Dylan understood what his father meant, because in the document Mr. Chryst's treasure is not divided in two, but four parts. Forty percent on behalf of Dylan, twenty-five percent on behalf of Andreas, fifteen percent on behalf of Milley and ten percent on behalf of Jo.
Andreas's forehead creased as he read this, but the words from his father after this convinced him that this was done for the good of all. Dylan was entitled to the most shares, while he had more than enough to get that much.
As for Milley this may be done for the child in the womb, and Jo deserves it for all the devotion that has been done during her life.
After giving them time to read all the contents of the document, Mr. Chryst began to speak again.
"Is there anything you want to ask?"
Mr. Chryst stared at Andreas and then turned to Dylan. Both of them were shaking almost at the same time. Mr. Chryst smiled as these two understood what they meant this time.
"Thank you for accepting this grandfather's decision."
"Together, Cake. We're sure all of this was well thought out before we asked for it."
Mr. Chryst nodded in agreement. After that, Dylan, excuse me. He wanted to see his wife and make sure Milley was okay. However, he had not had time to reach in front of the elevator, he had gotten a raw bogem from someone.
"Brengs*k man!"
The corner of Dylan's lips was swollen and blue, hurt but Dylan held him back. He did not know what the problem was until he hit him.
"How dare you make my woman hurt, ha-ah!"
Jo who saw that immediately ran up to him.
"Security ...."
The man immediately fled from Dylan while pointing his middle finger at Dylan.
"Young Master's okay, isn't he?"
Dylan shook his head, but he told the security forces to go after him.
"So soon find this man!" his yell.
"Good, Sir."
"Don't come back if you don't find it!"