Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce?

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The door opened.

 

And it was Sylvester who came in.

 

“I was wondering who’s here, so it’s Your Highness.”

 

Sylvester spoke in a sharp voice.

 

“Why did you bring up the issue of my wife’s affair?”

 

Somehow he looked angry.

 

Why?

 

******

 

“Neil!”

 

Upon returning to the mansion, Sylvester headed straight to the office as soon as he parted with Ophelia.

 

It was to find Neil.

 

“Oh, my.
I was wondering who was calling me like this, and it was Your Excellency.
What’s wrong with you?”

 

Neil greeted Sylvester with a big fuss.
He didn’t seem to know the seriousness of the situation. 

 

Sylvester frowned.

 

“Did you publish an article on your own?”

 

“Yes?”

 

Neil was startled.

 

“Ah, that’s— Your Excellency.”

 

He seemed to prepare an excuse.

 

Sylvester’s eyes narrowed. 

 

“Don’t make excuses.
Because I know you did it.”

 

Neil rolled his eyes with his mouth closed.

 

“It was for Your Excellency.”

 

Ha! Sylvester laughed in vain. 

 

“I definitely told you not to do it, but you did it for me after doing it on your own? Are you kidding me?”

 

“But thanks to it, His Highness Crown Prince has lost his reputation!”

 

“At the same time, my wife’s reputation was falling.
How are you going to take responsibility?” 

 

Neil opened his mouth and closed it slowly.
He raised his voice a little bit.

 

“I didn’t know Your Excellency really cared for Madam.”

 

Sylvester flinched. I, to who? He shook his head in a hurry.

 

“It’s not because I care.”

 

“Then, is there any other reason?”

 

Neil asked.

 

“For example— Your Excellency plan has been disrupted.” 

 

Plans?

 

Disrupted? 

 

It wasn’t at all, but Sylvester thought this was an excuse for the reason for his behavior. 

 

“That’s it.
My plan went wrong because of the newspaper article.
So try to send out a correction article.
Right now.”  

 

“What plan?”

 

“Neil.”

 

Sylvester looked at Neil with a cold gaze in an instant. 

 

“What did I just say?”

 

“You told me to release a correction article.”

 

“Then what should you do?” 

 

“I’ll move right now.
I apologize.”

 

Neil bowed his head and ran quickly to his desk.

 

“Ah, and.”

 

Then, as if something came to mind, he clapped his hand and said.

 

“I believe His Highness the Crown Prince is in the drawing room.
I think you’d better go for now.”

 

“What?”

 

Sylvester was surprised and asked back.

 

“Why are you saying that now?” 

 

“Because you got mad at me as soon as you came.”

 

Oh my. 

 

Sylvester gritted his teeth and stared at Neil.

 

“You’re a really disobedient assistant.” 

 

Neil shrugged, and Sylvester hurriedly left the office after hitting Neil.

 

*****

 

When he goes to the drawing room. 

 

A voice leaked out through the slightly open door.

 

“Damn it.
No one is on my side wherever I go.”

 

It was Callian’s voice. 

 

Hmm. 

 

Let’s listen to it a bit more.

 

Sylvester leaned against the wall with his arms folded.

 

As he said, Callian doesn’t have anyone on his side in the Imperial Family. 

 

There was absolutely no way the stones that were suddenly rolled in would like the stones embedded in them.

 

Maybe that’s why Callian was anxious at every moment. 

 

He blamed his weak position and worked hard to expand his power.

 

But—.

 

‘You don’t have to do that.’

 

The people value the blood line. 

 

In that regard, Callian was a suitable Crown Prince, and if there was no major change, his power would become stronger with the support of the people. 

 

However, Callian didn’t seem to be able to stand it.

 

‘It’s good.’

 

Right now, he’s supporting Largo.

 

But at this time,

 

“You have me.”

 

A familiar voice was heard.

 

It was Ophelia. 

 

“I’ll be on Your Highness’ side.”

 

Sylvester unknowingly removed his body from the wall.

 

What did she just say, right now? 

 

“Of course, even now I’m still on Your Highness’ side.”

 

Sylvester’s eyes shook.

 

He knows. 

 

He knows Ophelia likes Callian.

 

However, it felt different to hear it in person from what he knew in his head. 

 

And what now? 

 

It’s really—.

 

‘It sucks.’

 

Sylvester bit his lower lip tightly. 

 

“I’ll take care of the article.
Don’t worry too much.” 

 

“Yeah, I trust you.”

 

What do you mean trust? 

 

Don’t trust her! 

 

Sylvester could not stop the burning emotions.

 

So he ran into the room at once.

 

“I was wondering who’s here, so it’s Your Highness.”

 

He said with his eyes wide open.

 

“Why did you bring up the issue of my wife’s affair?”