Ellis felt utterly dumbfounded. Was her desire for a divorce that shocking? Do people really think it had to be Easton who kicked me to the curb? Please. Easton is no Prince Charming; to me, he's a psycho I wish I could get rid of. As soon as the call connected, Morty couldn't wait to ask, "Easton, between you and Mrs. Hudson, did she initiate the divorce?" If anyone was a scoundrel, it was definitely Morty, skilled in playing different faces in front of and behind people. Hearing him politely refer to her as Easton's wife, in stark contrast to his earlier disdainful tone, made Ellis roll her eyes. Just the other day, Morty had grilled her about whether her divorce was real, and today he was probing whether it was her idea. Easton, already running low on patience with Morty, responded icily, "What's wrong with you?" Their issues were their own, and he disliked others meddling, especially those who were overly talkative and lacked tact. Morty didn't have his phone on speaker, so Ellis couldn't hear Easton's response. But seeing Morty's expression shift slightly before he put away his phone and averted his gaze, she coolly asked, "What did Easton say?" Easton had uttered just three words before hanging up, and Morty, ignoring Ellis, turned and walked back towards the community. Chasing after an answer, not trusting her, and running to that scumbag for confirmation. Is fleeing all he could manage when his mouth got him into trouble? Ellis scoffed dismissively and hailed a cab. Contrary to Ellis's assumption, Morty wasn't fleeing; he just moved away to call Victoria. "Easton finally shows signs of divorce. Don't screw this up. Move fast and seal the deal!" Ellis's stubbornness about divorcing Easton was something Emma couldn't accept. Thinking over it, dissolving Easton and Ellis's prenup and ensuring Ellis got a substantial settlement in the divorce seemed feasible, but before any good news came, a nightmare arrived first. Suddenly, someone barged into the mansion, commanding, "Ms. Emma, you can't stay here any longer. You must move out today." The mansion was one of the Hudson family's properties, where she had been born and raised. She had lived elsewhere when younger, but a few years ago, after her father moved to a mansion for his retirement, the mansion was vacated, and she moved back in. Having lived there comfortably, being evicted by strangers was baffling. Emma asked in displeasure, "Are you joking? Who are you people? Bursting into my home..." Before she could finish, a document was shown to her; the other party stated matter-of-factly, "The deed is in Mr. Easton's name! He instructed this. Please cooperate!" Scott had divided the assets long ago, and Emma was unclear about the ownership of the mansion. Hearing it was given to Easton wasn't a surprise since he was a favored heir. What shocked her was Easton denying her residence there, especially after recalling that he had also recalled the funds the family foundation had given her over the past two years. Her expression darkened. Emma tried reaching Sophia multiple times without success, and, growing frustrated and anxious, she turned to call Ellis, "Ellis, what's going on with you and Easton?"Just back home from Petal Estates, Ellis received Emma's call and was tempted to ignore it. Emma sounded clearly upset, and silence would only make her angrier. "We... we're discussing divorce." "Easton won't let me stay in the mansion; did you know?" Guessing Ellis probably didn't know, Emma scanned the people beside her and continued, "Can you talk to Easton and find out what's really going on?" Easton wasn't just targeting her but also Emma. Ellis lay back on her bed, feeling utterly defeated. "Ms. Emma, I'm sorry; I just can't deal with him right now." Going to Easton would be like begging for mercy, wouldn't it? His arrogant demeanor, as if he controlled the fate of everything and everyone, treating her like an ant he could easily crush, was just revolting and infuriating. She wasn't about to grovel. "You go to him, or should I?" Emma frowned in dissatisfaction. "He won't see me!" "He probably won't see me either! And—" Ellis paused to think for a few seconds. "Yesterday at the Civil Affairs Department, everything was going smoothly until he suddenly stormed off. We even had a big fight." "Ms. Emma, maybe you could stay somewhere else temporarily?" "I have no other place! I love living in the mansion!" Emma admitted it sincerely. Over the years, her investments had continuously failed; properties were mortgaged and sold to settle bank loans. Crucially, the mansion was a grand, well-located property in Stonebridge, a place of good feng shui where she had lived comfortably. "Maybe you could stay in a hotel for a while?" Ellis suggested, unable to think of a better solution. After all, she couldn't possibly confront that scumbag to make him stop troubling Emma and leave the mansion for her.