Chapter 693

The servant gasped inwardly, "Divorce? Mrs. Hampton wants a divorce?"

Ignoring the servants' shocked expressions, June handed over the document. "Since Mr. Hampton is resting, I won't disturb him. Please deliver this to him. Goodbye." June turned and left.

The servant remained frozen, disbelief etched on her face. The document felt scalding hot. What should she do? Delivering it to Richard would undoubtedly provoke a terrifying reaction. She shivered, paralyzed by fear.

Fortunately, Sidney entered, asking, "Who was just here? Was it Miss Spencer from Medicinal Haven?"

"Yes," the servant replied, seizing the opportunity. She thrust the document into Sidney's hands. "This was sent by Miss Spencer. She said it must be delivered to Mr. Hampton."

"Then deliver it," Sidney said without hesitation.

"But, but" The servant was close to tears. She was too afraid to give it to Richard, desperately wanting to pass the problem to someone else.

Sidney finally sensed something was amiss. He glanced at the servant, frowned, and pulled the papers from the envelope. The moment he saw the bold title, his expression changed, and he immediately rushed upstairs.

Knocking echoed through the hall. Richard was threatening the Treasure Box when he heard the noise. Without looking up, he coldly said, "Leave." The tension in the air was palpable.

Sidney nervously touched his head; he'd recently recovered from a concussion and worried this might send him back to the hospital. But this was serious, and he couldn't ignore it. He knocked again, calling, "It's me! Urgent matter!"

"Come in," Richard responded coldly.

Sidney cautiously tried the doorknob; it opened easily. He would have barged in sooner if he'd known.

Entering apprehensively, he found the room surprisingly immaculate, contrary to his expectations. Relieved, he took a few steps and saw Richard poised to strike the box. Dumbfounded, Sidney momentarily forgot his purpose. "Is thatthe Treasure Box?"

Richard replied, "Yes."

"You're going to destroy it? But that's a priceless artifact!" Sidney instinctively moved to stop him but froze under Richard's oppressive aura.

Richard sneered, his expression icy. "A priceless artifact? It's just a tool of deceit and manipulation." The Treasure Box shuddered. Although only Tiffany could truly break or awaken it, the box felt Richard's overwhelming killing intent and was terrified. Help, Master! Save your treasure! it cried inwardly.

Richard's cold laughter broke the silence, his eyes glinting with deadly sharpness. "Too late," he said, raising his hand to strike. But Sidney thrust a document forward. "Richard, you might want to look at this first."

"What is it?" Richard's brows furrowed, a bad feeling washing over him.

He took the envelope and removed the papers. The bold title, "Divorce Agreement," struck him like a dagger. The previously quiet bedroom felt engulfed by a raging storm, its icy chill spreading endlessly. Sidney and the Treasure Box felt a bone-deep cold. The oppressive atmosphere drained the air, leaving only boundless darkness and overwhelming cold.

Sidney broke into a cold sweat, the chill trickling down his back. He feared for his life. The Treasure Box, the true instigator, shrank back into its sealed depths, silent.

Richard's knuckles turned white, veins bulging. The divorce papers, just thin sheets, felt as heavy as a mountain. The words felt like knives piercing his eyes. His heart felt trampled and crushed. His eyes were like an endless, icy pool, an abyss devoid of light. He stood silently, letting the darkness consume him. The papers crumpled under his unconscious grip. He stared blankly at Tiffany's signature, the only signature needed to finalize the divorce. He couldn't believe she was heartless enough to abandon him.

Chapter 693

Sidney had never seen Richard like this—a man whose soul had been torn away. His usual dignity and composure were gone; he looked pitiful.

Sidney, empathizing with Richard's pain and recalling his own similar suffering, patted Richard's shoulder. He offered a wry smile and some consolation. "Richard… maybe you should try to find Tiffany again."

Richard turned and left. He tore the divorce papers to shreds. In the spacious bedroom, the fragments fluttered like snow, filling the room with a suffocating tension.

Richard ran multiple red lights, speeding to Luna Villa. Sidney, terrified in the passenger seat, clutched his chest. The high-speed drive nearly convinced him he wouldn't survive.

Thankfully, they arrived safely. Sidney's legs trembled as he stepped out, but he forced himself to stand tall, hiding his fear.

It was still raining. Neither had brought an umbrella. The doorbell was rung repeatedly. Finally, a servant rushed out, pushing two umbrellas through the wrought-iron gate. "Mr. Hampton, Mr. Pauley, please leave…"

Richard didn't take the umbrella. He frowned and commanded, "Open the gate."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hampton, but I can't…" The servant looked distressed, apologizing repeatedly before retreating into the villa, ignoring Sidney's shouts.

"What now, Richard?" Sidney asked.

Richard replied, "We wait." If Tiffany wouldn't come out, he would wait at the gate until she did.

Tiffany had no intention of staying in the villa forever. Hearing Richard refused to leave, she rubbed her temples and devised a plan: she would disguise herself as a servant heading out for groceries.

(Note: The "SEND GIFT" at the end appears to be unrelated to the story and likely a remnant from a different context.)