"Mm, I look forward to it," Jonathan replied, nodding calmly.
An involuntary frown creased Niamh's brow.
To this moment, she couldn't understand him.
Before, he had been so unwilling to divorce her, even creating the illusion that they were divorced when they weren't.
Why was he suddenly so agreeable?
Not only did he agree to the divorce, but he also gave her his half of their marital assets, which she had never planned on taking.
"I will drive every last one of you Thomases… out of the company," Niamh declared, her voice firm and powerful.
She expected to see at least a flicker of anger in his eyes.
After running The Thomas Group for so long, she refused to believe he felt nothing for it.
Yet, the smile on Jonathan's face didn't waver in the slightest.
Niamh's frown deepened.
She hated the adoring way he looked at her.
"Do you think that by giving up everything, by handing The Thomas Group to me, you can just wipe the slate clean and erase all the pain you've caused?"
This time, Jonathan's expression shifted subtly.
His lips were still curved in a smile, but a flicker of pain showed in his eyes.
"I never thought that."
Niamh looked away, stuffed the last piece of toast into her mouth, and stood up.

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