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Hayden put his toys away and got to his feet.
He was an obedient child most of the time.
He would cooperate when it involved things like seeing a new school, however, enrollment was a different matter altogether.
Avery had tried both public and private schools, but none of them had worked. · .
Even the private tutor that she hired to homeschool him did not work out in the end.
She did not want to send her son to a special needs school, but she was out of ideas.
Angela Special Needs Academy was the most elite special needs school in Avonsville.
The school’s exorbitant fees meant only the top one percent of families in the city could afford to send their children there.
Moreover, the academy’s admissions followed a referral system.
Avery only managed to get a spot thanks to her connections.
Their cab arrived in front of Angela Special Needs Academy, and Avery and Hayden walked over to register themselves at the front gates.
Avery turned around once she was done with the registration, and she caught sight of a black Rolls-Roice that was nearing the school’s exit.
The black Rolls-Roice slowed down as it approached the school’s iron gates and waited for them to open.
Avery instinctively picked Hayden up in her arms and turned the other way.
Soon after, the Rolls-Roice sped off in a flash.
Hayden watched as the black luxury sedan drove off into the distance, then glanced at his mother’s anxious expression.
He had a feeling that she knew the person in that car.
He had never seen his mother afraid of anyone, and her fear at this moment piqued his interest.
Once Avery and Hayden walked into the school, a representative from the academy took them on a tour of the grounds.
Angela Special Needs Academy truly lived up to its reputation as Avonsville’s top special needs school.
Not only was the campus an impressive sight, everything from the instructors to the facilities was world-class.
Even though the fees were high, Avery was very satisfied with the place.
She pulled her son aside and said, “Would you like to give this school a try, Hayden? I can send you to class every morning and pick you up in the evening. What do you think?”
Avery would not force Hayden to enroll at the school if he shook his head.
Even if he was different, he was still her baby boy.
She would gladly spend the rest of her life taking care of him. Which was why she was taken aback when Hayden nodded his head yes.
Was she imagining things?
Hayden actually agreed!
“Are you surè, sweetie?” Avery asked as she held her breath.
Hayden fixed his twinkling eyes on his mother and nodded once again.
Avery pulled her son into her arms; tears began to form in her eyes.
This was only the first step, but it was a giant leap from the past.
At 10 a.m. that morning, Mr. Vaughn had finally managed to get through to Elliot on the phone.
“Hello, Mr. Foster. I’m Miss Avery Tate’s lawyer, Vaughn…” Mr. Vaughn was worried that Elliot would hang up the phone, so he quickly got to the main point and added, “I’m calling because Miss Tate is back in the country.
Sure enough, Elliot did not hang up on him.
Mr. Vaughn let out a sigh of relief, then said, “Miss Tate called me last night and insisted that I get in touch with you today. She hasn’t changed her mind about the divorce. She wishes for you to sign the divorce papers as soon as possible. Otherwise, she will be taking this to court.”
On the other end of the line, Elliot’s breathing turned distinctly heavier.
“Mr. Foster, I can’t quite understand why you refuse to go through with the divorce. Miss Tate isn’t asking for a penny from you.
All she wants is to divorce you. You won’t lose anything from this.”
Vaughn’s annoying voice led Elliot to rub the area between his brows.
“I’ll only do it if she meets me face to face and asks me for a divorce!” he snapped, then hung up.
Mr. Vaughn passed Elliot’s answer over to Avery.
“Why won’t you just go and meet him, Miss Tate? He said he’d divorce you as long as you meet with him!”
After a moment’s consideration, Avery asked, “Will not divorcing him affect my life?”
Mr. Vaughn was shocked, then answered, “Of course, it will! First of all, all of the money you’ re earning would be considered a part of your marital property…”
“You’re kidding me. He makes a lot more than I do. Why should I be worried if he isn’t?”
“You might have signed a prenuptial agreement, but he did no such thing.
“I’ll just give him whatever he wants if he has the guts to ask me for it.”
“Has your relationship irretrievably broken down or not? I honestly can’t tell.”
“It’s broken,” Avery answered bluntly.
“I see. Would you like to take this case to court, then? It’s a lot more troublesome than meeting him.”
Avery raised her brows, then said, “Let me think about it.”
“Alright. I wish you a smooth divorce,” Mr. Vaughn said, then added after a brief pause, “I still don’t understand why you’re divorcing him. He’s THE Elliot Foster! Countless women couldn’ t marry him no matter how much they wanted to, and here you are insisting on getting a divorce from him.”
“I wish you good business,” Avery said, then hung up. Her head was killing her.
Avery did not want to see Elliot at all.
The Rolls-Roice she saw at the school that morning was not the same one from four years ago.
He would not be driving the same car for four years, after all.
However, the driver was the same one as before.
What was Elliot doing at a special needs school?
Could it be that he was an investor at the academy?
Even so, it was unlikely that he would bother to check in on the school’s operations.
After all, the Sterling Group alone was enough to keep him busy.
Chad noticed Elliot’s somber expression at lunch, so he tried to cheer him up.
“Sir, Professor Hough might have a long list of students, but I’m sure we’ll be able to find who we’re looking for in no time.”
“Avery’s back,” Elliot stated.
His voice was bleak and dull.
It sounded completely void of emotion, but it also had a deep undercurrent that was rich with feeling Chad was stunned, then snapped back to reality and asked, “Did she contact you?” .
“No, but she will soon,” Elliot said, finally picking up his fork to eat. “She wants a divorce, but I told her lawyer to inform her that she’ll only get one if she meets me herself.”
“What if she doesn’t come to see you? It doesn’t look like the divorce has much of an impact on your lives after all.”
Elliot fired an icy glare at Chad, instantly shutting his assistant up.
Ben ordered a bottle of wine, then turned to Elliot and said, “How do you feel about her now? I’d hate her if I were you, but I have a feeling you don’t hate her at all. It actually looks like you kind of want to see her…”
When the wine arrived, Elliot poured himself a glass.
He took a sip of wine, then said, “I won’t go as far as to say I hate her, but there’s certainly no love left.”