The more Clayton examined the white sapphire, the more exquisite it seemed. It was said that carving an entire piece of pure white sapphire as thin as a whisper was a lost art in today's world. "Mrs. Marilyn, why are you giving me something so valuable?" His palms were drenched with sweat, making the sapphire feel slick in his grip, as if it might slip from his hands at any moment. "It's just a small trinket." Marilyn took a slow sip of her tea. "Of course, though it's a small item, I'm not giving it away for nothing." "Please, Mrs. Marilyn, just say the word." Clayton was overjoyed. He clutched the sapphire tightly, and any lingering fear he had moments ago vanished entirely. "Were you present when Lance was with that woman?""Yes, I was," he answered instinctively. "Then what were they talking about? Did you hear anything?" As soon as Marilyn asked this, Clayton immediately understood what she was after. But was this priceless piece of white sapphire really just an exchange for a few words of information? That seemed way too extravagant. "You didn't hear anything?" Marilyn assumed his silence meant he had nothing to share. "No, no, I heard something, Mrs. Marilyn. "Let me think carefully—I'll tell you everything I know." With such a generous reward in hand, he had to make sure to spill every last detail. "They were talking about divorce," Clayton recalled, searching his memory. "There was even a divorce agreement on the table." At the time, he had been so flustered by Lance's presence that he accidentally spilled something on the document. "A divorce?"Marilyn's grip on her teacup nearly slipped. Thatwoman, Virginia, isactuallypushing Lance toward a divorce?! WhatdoesLance'srelationshipwith Addison havetodowithher? Whywasshesodeterminedtoseethemsplit? Fine—iftheymustdivorce, thensobeit. Butthedivorceagreement had absolutelynothingtodowithanoutsiderlike Virginia. Shewasoverstepping. Way over theline. Not even a shredofself-awareness. "What else was said?" "Well ... most of their conversation was about the divorce. Nothing much aside from that." "Oh, wait." Clayton suddenly remembered. "That divorce agreement—was torn up." "Tore it up? Who tore it up?" "Mr. Lance did." Clayton had been close enough during their argument to catch most of it. When Lance had shredded the divorce papers, the woman had been visibly upset, nearly lashing out. From the looks of it, Lance seemed to be the one on the losing end of this marriage despite being the more dominant man. "Lance tore it up?" Marilyn was visibly taken aback. "You're sure? You didn't see it wrong?" "I swear on my life," Clayton said confidently, even patting his chest for emphasis. Marilyn's face lit up with satisfaction. She lifted her teacup and took a few extra sips. Lance actually tore up the divorce agreement Virginia gave him. That meant her son still had a clear head when it came to major decisions. She had feared that he was completely wrapped around Virginia's little finger, obeying her every word without question. But clearly, that wasn't the case. For the first time that day, Marilyn's mood improved. Just then, Lana arrived with medicine. "Mrs. Marilyn, it's time for your medicine." Normally, Marilyn was reluctant to take her medicine—not because it was bitter or unpalatable.