Chapter 13 Are You So Eager to Get a Divorce?

She looked away with dull eyes while listening to Ayan's gentle voice on the phone saying, "Don't overthink it. I'll make them accept you. Take good care of yourself and let me handle everything else."

After he hanged up, Camille said lightly,"You don't need to stop Miss Khan from overthinking things; I won't bother you anymore either way."

She continued,"I will find a way for Grandpa to agree to our divorce because I am more anxious than you are."

After all, she was expecting and knew that he would eventually find out about it sooner or later.

Ayan frowned as he turned towards Camille,"Eileen just asked me casually; there's no need for you get angry like this."

"I'm not angry; why would I be?" replied Camille softly, gazing out of the window instead of looking at him directly.

"Are you so eager for us to get divorced?" asked Ayan curiously.

"Aren't we both equally eager?" countered Camilla gently without looking back at him.

"If that's true then why didn't mention anything earlier?" questioned Ayan whose expression seemed blue as he stared intently at her pretty side face.Camille fluttered her eyes and pursed her lips, pretending to be indifferent. "No explanations needed," she said.

If she was the one who could explain all these matters, why would she fall in love with him?

Ayan didn't continue to ask questions. Instead, he raised his hand to check the time on his watch and said, "Let's go to the hospital together first, then I'll ask the driver to take you home."

"No, I can get off here," Camille responded hastily.

"I don't mean anything else. It's closer to the hospital and not out of my way. If you insist on getting off here, then I'll drop you off first."

"Don't bother. Miss Khan is still waiting for you. I can take a taxi myself. You'd better go to the hospital and keep her company."

Probably no one would push their husband towards another woman like she did? But what else could she do? Even so, he would still go to the hospital.

Ayan didn't insist anymore but said indifferently, "Whatever."

Camille took a taxi back alone to Hanyama Mansion. It was eight o'clock that night. She turned on her computer and began investigating which company was involved in plagiarism of a design diagram for quite some time before finally targeting a company with 20 years of experience in the industry.

This company was also famous in construction, but wasn't well-known enough.

Camille immediately sent Preston files for discussion; they made precise comparisons between the copied drawings and those they were suspected of copying. Two design diagrams looked similar but were irrelevant from professional perspectives.

This was probably what whistleblowers were trying to achieve because not everyone knew about this industry publicly; thus proving plagiarism became difficult since people could see differences between them both - only direct evidence clarifying innocence remained as an option!

Nobody knew how long this process would take; however deadlines for collaboration were within striking distance! Camille & Preston worked hard for nearly two-and-a-half hours until Preston told her: "Don't worry about it! We'll be just fine." Camille agreed lightly and concealed the uneasiness in her heart. In the architecture design industry, once someone was labeled as a "plagiarist," whether it was true or not, the label stuck.

Preston also said, "I would contact the people of this company, do not take too much pressure on your side. I'll face all the obstacles with you no matter what."

"Good, appreciate it."

"You are very welcome."

Camille smiled lightly without saying thank you, but said, "In addition we also need to check on our own people."

"Are you suspecting there's a mole?" Preston seemed a little surprised.