Dear Billionaire, I'm Not Your Wife Anymore! - Chapter 28: Chapter 28
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"I understand your concerns, but I won't drag you down," I said.
Vivian sneered coldly: "Since you insist on staying in the experimental team, I hope you won't interfere with important experimental projects. After all, your professional knowledge is insufficient. If you accidentally sabotage our experimental plans, the embarrassment won't be yours alone—it will be our entire team's, and more importantly, Dr. Colton's reputation."
I was stunned, not expecting her to be so direct.
She added another sentence: "Of course, you could also quit now. I heard you're married—you might as well stay home to support your husband and raise children. The medical industry isn't suitable for you."
After saying this, she turned and walked away, her steps carrying arrogance.
I stood in place for a while before moving, then turned toward my car.
I went home first, then around four o'clock in the afternoon, I prepared to go out to pick up Mia, thinking I'd take her to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities.
Just as I drove out of the road below our villa, a road closure sign blocked the way ahead, with several workers rushing to repair a burst water pipe.
I had to take a detour. By the time I reached Mia's school, it was already 4:45.
I hurriedly walked into the school. Mia's homeroom teacher looked surprised to see me: "Mrs. Kinsley, Mia has already been picked up. Didn't you know?"
My heart tightened: "Who picked her up?"
"It was your daughter's aunt, Miss Carter."
My face immediately darkened.
Braden actually let Linda pick up Mia?
I took a deep breath: "Teacher, that Miss Carter is not my daughter's aunt. In the future, except for my husband and me coming personally, please make sure not to let anyone else take my daughter away. Thank you."
After saying this, I turned and left.
I could sense the teacher was somewhat bewildered—she probably always thought Linda really was Mia's aunt, otherwise why would she always appear with Braden?
I returned to my car and immediately called Braden.
"Hello." He answered quickly.
I suppressed my anger and asked: "Give me Linda's address. I'm going to pick up Mia and bring her home."
He replied: "Mia isn't at her house. She went to my mother's."
I took a deep breath: "If you wanted to take Mia to your mother's house, I should have been the one to take her. What right did you have to let her pick her up?"
He was silent for a few seconds on the other end, then said: "Irena picked her up."
I laughed coldly, feeling stuck in my throat.
Irena picked her up, with Linda accompanying them.
"Got it." I dropped this sentence flatly and hung up directly.
When I got home, Mary came forward: "Madam, the master called earlier saying he's having dinner at the Kinsley estate."
"Mary, I don't have much appetite. Just cook me some noodles," I said.
"Yes, madam."
Since Mia was at the Kinsley house, there wasn't much I could do about it. But thinking of Linda accompanying my daughter at the estate made me extremely irritated.
At eight in the evening, I called Braden.
"Hello."
"When are you bringing Mia home? She has school tomorrow, and I want to put her to bed early."
"I took leave for her. She doesn't need to go to school."
I rubbed my aching forehead: "Braden, why didn't you discuss this with me before taking leave for her on your own?"
"Winter break starts next week. I don't think it's necessary for her to go." He hung up directly after saying this.
I sat on the sofa, feeling the fire in my chest burning more intensely, and the thought of divorce becoming stronger and stronger.
I suddenly remembered the number Clara had given me before. I immediately took out my phone, found those digits, and dialed.
"Hello, who is this?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end.
"Hello, I'd like you to help me track and investigate someone."
The other party's tone immediately became more enthusiastic: "Alright, let's meet and talk about it."
I didn't want to wait any longer. To win the lawsuit and get Mia's custody, I had to have more solid evidence in hand.
Early the next morning, I sat in a coffee shop wearing sunglasses, while the person across from me was even more mysterious—fully equipped with hat, mask, and sunglasses.
After exchanging pleasantries, the other party finally let down his guard, removing his sunglasses and mask to reveal a sharp middle-aged face.
He said he used to be a paparazzi before switching to private investigation work.
"Miss, we've been chatting for so long, but you still haven't told me who you want me to investigate."
I looked at him and said: "My husband."
He raised an eyebrow: "You want me to help you photograph him cheating with a third party, right?"
Vivian sneered coldly: "Since you insist on staying in the experimental team, I hope you won't interfere with important experimental projects. After all, your professional knowledge is insufficient. If you accidentally sabotage our experimental plans, the embarrassment won't be yours alone—it will be our entire team's, and more importantly, Dr. Colton's reputation."
I was stunned, not expecting her to be so direct.
She added another sentence: "Of course, you could also quit now. I heard you're married—you might as well stay home to support your husband and raise children. The medical industry isn't suitable for you."
After saying this, she turned and walked away, her steps carrying arrogance.
I stood in place for a while before moving, then turned toward my car.
I went home first, then around four o'clock in the afternoon, I prepared to go out to pick up Mia, thinking I'd take her to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities.
Just as I drove out of the road below our villa, a road closure sign blocked the way ahead, with several workers rushing to repair a burst water pipe.
I had to take a detour. By the time I reached Mia's school, it was already 4:45.
I hurriedly walked into the school. Mia's homeroom teacher looked surprised to see me: "Mrs. Kinsley, Mia has already been picked up. Didn't you know?"
My heart tightened: "Who picked her up?"
"It was your daughter's aunt, Miss Carter."
My face immediately darkened.
Braden actually let Linda pick up Mia?
I took a deep breath: "Teacher, that Miss Carter is not my daughter's aunt. In the future, except for my husband and me coming personally, please make sure not to let anyone else take my daughter away. Thank you."
After saying this, I turned and left.
I could sense the teacher was somewhat bewildered—she probably always thought Linda really was Mia's aunt, otherwise why would she always appear with Braden?
I returned to my car and immediately called Braden.
"Hello." He answered quickly.
I suppressed my anger and asked: "Give me Linda's address. I'm going to pick up Mia and bring her home."
He replied: "Mia isn't at her house. She went to my mother's."
I took a deep breath: "If you wanted to take Mia to your mother's house, I should have been the one to take her. What right did you have to let her pick her up?"
He was silent for a few seconds on the other end, then said: "Irena picked her up."
I laughed coldly, feeling stuck in my throat.
Irena picked her up, with Linda accompanying them.
"Got it." I dropped this sentence flatly and hung up directly.
When I got home, Mary came forward: "Madam, the master called earlier saying he's having dinner at the Kinsley estate."
"Mary, I don't have much appetite. Just cook me some noodles," I said.
"Yes, madam."
Since Mia was at the Kinsley house, there wasn't much I could do about it. But thinking of Linda accompanying my daughter at the estate made me extremely irritated.
At eight in the evening, I called Braden.
"Hello."
"When are you bringing Mia home? She has school tomorrow, and I want to put her to bed early."
"I took leave for her. She doesn't need to go to school."
I rubbed my aching forehead: "Braden, why didn't you discuss this with me before taking leave for her on your own?"
"Winter break starts next week. I don't think it's necessary for her to go." He hung up directly after saying this.
I sat on the sofa, feeling the fire in my chest burning more intensely, and the thought of divorce becoming stronger and stronger.
I suddenly remembered the number Clara had given me before. I immediately took out my phone, found those digits, and dialed.
"Hello, who is this?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end.
"Hello, I'd like you to help me track and investigate someone."
The other party's tone immediately became more enthusiastic: "Alright, let's meet and talk about it."
I didn't want to wait any longer. To win the lawsuit and get Mia's custody, I had to have more solid evidence in hand.
Early the next morning, I sat in a coffee shop wearing sunglasses, while the person across from me was even more mysterious—fully equipped with hat, mask, and sunglasses.
After exchanging pleasantries, the other party finally let down his guard, removing his sunglasses and mask to reveal a sharp middle-aged face.
He said he used to be a paparazzi before switching to private investigation work.
"Miss, we've been chatting for so long, but you still haven't told me who you want me to investigate."
I looked at him and said: "My husband."
He raised an eyebrow: "You want me to help you photograph him cheating with a third party, right?"
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