It was Tessa’s first time witnessing Matthew’s rage. His rage-filled eyes and deafening roar sent her stumbling backward in fear. But recalling her precarious financial situation—a stark contrast to Matthew's life—fueled her own fury. Her company teetered on the brink of bankruptcy, while Matthew possessed ten billion dollars and Rachel's unwavering devotion.

Not daring to speak further to Matthew, Tessa turned to Rachel. "Look, Ms. Carter," she said. "He not only kept you in the dark about the ten billion dollars, but he also assaulted a woman. Aren't you going to leave a man like that?"

A flicker of sympathy crossed Rachel's face as she met Tessa's gaze. "You're so pitifully naive," Rachel said. "Matthew was willing to go to prison for you, yet you chose divorce. You've lost the man who loved you most. Did you think I'd be as foolish?"

Foolish? Tessa was stunned. She'd always considered herself beautiful and intelligent. This was a first. But reflecting on the past few days, she did seem rather foolish.

Matthew floored the accelerator, speeding toward the underground parking lot and leaving a dumbfounded Tessa at the Wealthwave Group entrance. The car swerved into the lot and stopped. Rachel and Matthew remained silent, none of them exiting the vehicle.

The silence became palpable. Finally, after a while, Rachel spoke. "Do… do you really have ten billion dollars?"

Matthew chuckled. "I think so."

Earnestly studying him, Rachel observed his features and clothing. Were they not in a car, she might have scrutinized his feet as well. Matthew was plainly dressed, in a short-sleeved shirt and long pants. Though she couldn't see his feet, she recalled his white sneakers that morning. None of his clothes were branded; he blended seamlessly with ordinary corporate employees.

Rachel was flabbergasted. A man with billions dressed so modestly? He was truly unique. There seemed to be endless secrets about him. What kind of person was he really?

Matthew grew flustered. "Stop staring at me."

"Why, you!" Rachel flushed. "Stop talking nonsense!"

A chuckle escaped Matthew's lips. "Tell me once you've decided about the treatment. I'm always available."

Rachel's cheeks burned. This pervert was leering at her again.

She huffed. "Back then, I didn't know you were so wealthy. I ordered you to be my chauffeur and even asked you to take my last name after we married. Are you mad at me?"

Matthew chortled. "I'm not. I don't feel like starting a business or working. I just want to be supported. As long as you're willing to take care of me, I'll be more than glad."

Rachel stared at him for some time, assessing the sincerity of his words. She noted a hint of grief and loneliness lurking in his eyes; she wouldn't have noticed it without intently studying him.

A jolt of misery pierced her. She couldn't help but feel sad.

"Alright," she said. "I'll take care of you."

In a mansion, Jeffrey stood hands behind his back. Observing William's grave expression, he felt intimidated.

"Grandpa," he began, "it really wasn't my fault. How could I have known Matthew was so skilled in martial arts? It was a coincidence!"

William snapped, "I'm not angry about that. I'm furious about your stupidity!"

"He might be a formidable fighter, but couldn't you have used armed men? He's skilled, but he can't dodge a bullet! Why didn't you have backup plans?"

"Grandpa, you didn't want me to make a move last time. I disobeyed you anyway. I was afraid you'd find out, so I tried to be subtle. I'll be more careful next time."

Exasperated, William chided, "Why are you always so childish? You shouldn't be afraid of me. I'm your grandfather, after all. Even if you committed a heinous crime, I'd still protect you, even if the whole world is against you."