No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 424

York stumbled backward until he hit a wardrobe with a loud thud.

"No, that's not possible. She loves me too much. She wouldn't be so cruel."

He suddenly started pulling open drawers and cabinets again, searching like a man possessed.

Darleen watched his breakdown, feeling utterly powerless.

Her eyes welled with tears. "Brother, they're really all sold. Not a single thing is left!"

York snapped his head toward her. "Impossible!"

She stepped forward again to stop him. "Brother, snap out of it! Those gifts are gone, just like she is. You can't get them back!"

York's control finally shattered.

Darleen was no match for his strength; she could only watch as he continued his futile search.

Trying to force him to face reality, she said, "Brother, she painstakingly chose those diamond cufflinks for you, and you refused to wear them even once. Do you have any idea how much that hurt her?"

"You didn't cherish her when she was here," Darleen continued, her voice breaking. "It's too late for anything now. Wake up!"

"Shut up!" he roared.

His eyes were rimmed with red, but his voice was firm. "She's just stubborn. She's just angry with me. She'll come back!"

Darleen looked at his unhinged state with a mix of pity and helplessness.

"The mansion called for you yesterday, but you didn't answer," she said, changing the subject. "Grandpa asked me to tell you to be sure to come home tonight."

As she left, she told Wilma to keep a close eye on her brother.

At ten in the morning, York arrived at his office.

When Mark entered, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.

York, dressed in a dark suit, sat wearily in his chair.

He was leaning back, head tilted up, his eyes closed as if lost in thought.

"Are you getting in yourself," he said, "or am I going to have to carry you?"

Instead of complying, Claudia took a step back.

York strode toward her, and just as he reached out, she gave in and got into the car.

Once inside, York raised the windows and the partition.

He faced her, his expression unusually grave. "From now on, you will stop treating Mr. Cyrus. You are not to go to Grant Manor again."

Claudia couldn't help but ask, "Is Mr. Cyrus in some kind of trouble?"

She knew there had to be a reason for him to seek her out at this hour.

York didn't answer her question directly.

"Claudia," he said, his voice tight, "I agreed to the divorce. You can be angry, you can ignore me, you can refuse to forgive me. I'll accept any punishment you want to give me. But on this matter, you must listen to me!"

She shot back, "Who are you to me, Mr. Ferguson? Why should I listen to you?"