Chapter 75 Why Should I
Care
William’s voice held a sharp edge, a clear warning lacing his words.
Nixon glanced between William and Renee, clearly taken aback. “You… Aren’t you divorced already?”
“Who told you we were divorced?” William shot back, his tone sharper now,
Nixon hesitated, stumbling over his words. “Well… But… everyone is saying you’re engaged to that Payne girl.”
William glanced at Renee, who stood with her arms crossed, watching the interaction intently.
He softened his tone and smiled, saying, “That was just to make Renee jealous enough to come back to me. I couldn’t find her, but I had to do something at the very least.”
Renee’s expression froze, her thoughts swirling. Since her return, she had noticed the shift in William’s attitude toward Sylvia. He had always insisted he treated Sylvia like a sister, but she had never believed him.
Nixon struggled to process it all. Everyone knew how crazily Renee had pursued William over the years, even leveraging Johnny’s connections to pressure William.
Their marriage had initially been a result of the Payne family’s troubles, where the Mitchells couldn’t openly assist. Renee had seized the opportunity, using her help to the Paynes as leverage to force William into marriage.
Their marriage had always been one–sided, with Renee’s affections unreciprocated, and
Esme had never liked Renee.
But now… it somehow seemed William was unwilling to divorce Renee. How had things changed?
“So, you’re still my son–in–law?” Nixon quickly said, realizing that if William truly didn’t want a divorce, Renee still held the Mitchell family’s backing, which could be a significant asset to the Carter family in the future.
“Mr. Carter, please don’t call me that. Renee might not be happy about it,” William replied with a slight smirk.
“She won’t. We may have our disagreements, but we’re still family. Even family members have their ups and downs. Since Renee doesn’t agree to sell the old family house, then… we won’t,” Nixon said, his voice firm.
“Really? Nixon, you switch sides fast,” Renee mocked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “What is it? You’re not worried about the bad energy affecting your baby boy’s health anymore?”
Nixon flashed a fawning smile, trying to ease the tension. “I’ll think of another way. Since we’ve crossed paths today, William, how about we grab a meal together?”
Renee found Nixon’s demeanor repulsive and wanted to leave, but William held her hand firmly, his grip unyielding. He then said to Nixon calmly, “No need. Renee and I have other matters to attend to. Besides, she probably doesn’t want to see you anyway. Please refrain from appearing in our sight ever again.”
With that, William led Renee away, leaving Nixon fuming in their wake.
“Let go
of me!” Renee struggled to free herself from William’s grip. If not for the public setting, she would’ve fought back, though she wasn’t sure she’d win.
When
William acted like a rascal, there was little she could do to him.
“No, I won’t let go. We agreed to have a meal together,” he insisted.
“I’m not eating!” she snapped, pulling against his hold.
“But I’m hungry…” William pouted. His pleading eyes a stark contrast to his usual cold
demeanor. When did he become like this?
“Come on, Nene, have a meal with me. My stomach’s going to act up if I don’t eat…”
Renee felt a pang in her chest as memories flooded back–how William used to suffer from stomach problems. After they married, she had learned special recipes from the maid to ease his discomfort, cooking for him with her own hands. Whether it worked or not, he seldom complained about stomach pain anymore.
Looking back, she couldn’t help but feel foolish for waking up early to prepare meals for him, especially when he would leave for the military base before dawn. She’d spend hours cooking, yet sometimes he barely acknowledged the food she put in front of him.
“And why should I care?” she replied coldly, holding back the bitterness that threatened
to surface, her gaze indifferent as she looked at him.
