Dear Billionaire, I'm Not Your Wife Anymore! - Chapter 27: Chapter 27

A cold light flashed in my eyes.
Without a doubt, that cake falling to the ground was no coincidence—it was Linda's doing.
She wanted to use Mia to gain more favor from Braden, so she had to constantly sabotage the relationship between my daughter and me.
Unfortunately, she was wrong.
My precious daughter still kept her heart with Mommy.
I comforted her gently: "It's okay, Mommy will make an even more beautiful cake with you next time, alright?"
Mia nodded her little head, her eyes bright: "Yes! Mommy, let's make a big, pink cake!"
I was nodding with a smile when she suddenly tilted her head and asked: "Mommy, why don't you go to work?"
I was stunned, not expecting her to ask this question: "Mia, why are you suddenly asking this?"
She pouted, puffing her cheeks, somewhat dissatisfied: "Because Auntie said... Mommy doesn't work all day, just plays at home, said you depend on Daddy to support you, and said you're like chewing gum, only clinging to Daddy."
My eyes turned cold, then I quickly crouched down, gently stroking her hair, smiling as I spoke: "Mommy is working now, on a very important project. In the future, Mommy will earn lots and lots of money to support our Mia, okay?"
She nodded vigorously, even clenching her little fists: "Yes! Go Mommy!"
I held her, my heart filled with mixed emotions.
How the Kinsley family viewed me no longer mattered. Once this marriage ended, I would have no relationship with them anymore.
The only important thing was the connection between Mia and me—it couldn't be destroyed by anyone.
I took a shower, preparing to rest early. Just as I came out after blow-drying my hair, I saw Braden sitting on the edge of the bed.
He was looking down, seemingly thinking about something. From my angle, his dark brows were lowered, his eyelashes thick, his features cold and sharp, actually showing a kind of tenderness that he only revealed to his daughter.
Hearing my footsteps, he looked up at me.
I realized I hadn't changed into pajamas yet—I was only wearing a bathrobe, with damp hair scattered on my shoulders and water vapor still not completely dry on my face.
I saw his gaze pause, but he said nothing.
Just then, Mia climbed onto the bed and pushed him: "Daddy, go back to your room to sleep! Mommy is going to tell me a story."
He smiled gently, reached out to ruffle her hair: "Okay, then Daddy will go take a shower."
Taking advantage of him getting up, I quickly walked into the dressing room. Only after hearing the door close did I change into pajamas and come out.
I lifted the covers and got in, pulling Mia into my arms, picking up a picture book while softly reading her favorite fairy tale.
Early the next morning, after dropping Mia off at school, I drove to the experimental building.
Today there was a planning meeting with a large lineup of participants—Dr. Colton, directors of well-known hospitals in New York, six chief physicians, and our entire research team.
The meeting theme was about diagnostic and treatment research for eight types of rare diseases and leukemia—serious and cutting-edge.
After the two-hour meeting ended, Cole and I went to the experimental building's cafeteria together.
Just as we walked out of the cafeteria entrance, a clear female voice suddenly came: "Cole, are you free this afternoon? I have some questions I'd like to consult with you privately."
I looked up—it was Vivian.
"Sure, I'm free after three." Cole responded politely.
"Thank you!" She smiled brightly, her tone full of excitement.
I checked the time: "Cole, I'll head back first. I still have some materials to organize."
"Okay, drive safely." He nodded, and I walked toward the parking lot.
Just as I stepped down from the flower bed steps, I suddenly heard someone calling me from behind: "Charlotte, wait, let's chat."
I turned back—it was Vivian.
She stood by the flower bed, staring straight at me.
I smiled politely and walked closer: "Vivian, what's up?"
She didn't beat around the bush, her voice calm but sharp: "Charlotte, this experimental project is very important for me and three other people in our team—it concerns our master's degree graduation qualifications."
I nodded gently: "I understand."
Her expression remained unchanged, but her gaze became increasingly scrutinizing: "So every team member's professional capability is crucial. To put it bluntly, we got into this project based on real ability. You... didn't even graduate from university. Are you sure you can handle this?"
My heart sank, but I didn't show any panic, looking at her calmly: "Thank you for the reminder, but Dr. Colton and the project team have already evaluated this issue."
"I'm not trying to offend you." She smiled and lowered her head, her tone becoming softer: "I just think you should be clear about your position and worth. No one in the team is willing to clean up your messes."