Chapter 103: I’ll Handle It
The sun had long climbed its way into the sky over Zeden, casting bold rays across the polished streets and rooftops. It was just past noon, and the city moved in its usual quiet rhythm—people rushing to meetings, children out of school laughing in clusters, and cars honking lazily as they rolled past traffic lights. But none of it registered in Elizabeth’s mind.
She had just left Winters Corp after finding out there would be meeting that day abd though Stefan had Oliver take things up, she still needed to see how well he’d do.
The meeting had gone as expected—numbers, updates, decisions. Her presence, once commanding and unwavering, now felt weighty with a strange kind of guilt. A guilt that never really left her since Stefan discovered the truth... about Ruby, about Ivy, about the damage her silence had also caused.
As she sat behind the wheel of her dark sedan, the engine purring beneath her hands, her thoughts were elsewhere. She tapped her fingers gently against the leather steering wheel, staring blankly out the windshield.
"Maybe she’s signed them already," she murmured to herself, trying to shake the growing unease in her chest.
But she knew Ivy.
And Ivy didn’t do anything she didn’t want to. Not when it involved her pride.
Which was exactly why Elizabeth found herself turning in the direction of Stefan’s estate instead of going home. She needed to make sure Ivy had signed those divorce papers. She needed to make sure that when Stefan returned after finding Ruby, there wouldn’t be anything left standing in the way of him and Ruby.
Because Ruby was the one who had suffered the most.
The drive to Stefan’s house was short but felt strangely long. Every red light, every slow pedestrian crossing made her fingers tighten on the wheel. As she turned into the gated estate, the guards gave a polite nod, recognizing her instantly. The gates opened smoothly and closed behind her with a quiet thud.
She parked and stepped out, her heels clicking softly against the smooth stone driveway. The early afternoon sun cast long shadows over the lawn, and a light breeze rustled the leaves in the hedges. Elizabeth walked up the porch steps and rang the bell.
Soon, the butler came to get the door and after greeting her, disappeared back into the hallway and to the workers quarters.