Chapter 349: Divorce Proceedings

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Well, didn’t I tell you that Mr. Taylor isn’t a bad man? You’re just imagining things. Come on in and have a seat.” Michelle Yeller welcomed their neighbor into their house, and she quickly cleaned the table.

As Finn Taylor placed the tray down, Josie Meyer circled him as though he were a criminal. Eventually, she asked, “Is it really a coincidence that you moved in on the same day as us and even live next door to us?”

“Otherwise?”

“Where are you from? Don’t tell me that you knew us from before and followed us here.”

“Hehe, do you really think you’re so beautiful that the world revolves around you? How lame. Besides, I didn’t prepare any lasagna for you.”

‘I can’t even have a bite of the lasagna? Fine.’ Josie Meyer was enraged by his words. “Who cares for your lasagna? I’m not eating any.”

At that moment, her friend returned to the table with three sets of utensils.

Josie Meyer said resolutely, “You can go ahead. I’m not eating any of his food.”

Her friend was confused. “What’s going on?”

“Come here, Michelle. Don’t bother about her. She’ll naturally get herself food once she gets hungry.” With that, he took the three plates from the young girl, setting one in front of himself and one in front of the latter.

He then placed the condiments on the last plate. It was clear that he had no intention of inviting the other girl to share the meal.

Just like that, the duo started their meal.

Josie Meyer could only stand by the side and watch.

Of course, Finn Taylor wasn’t petty. As long as Josie Meyer was willing to admit to her mistake, he wouldn’t make things difficult for her.

With about a quarter of the tray of lasagna left, Finn Taylor turned to glance at Josie Meyer. “Michelle, wash the tray and send it over to my apartment later.”

He then left.

After the man left, Josie Meyer took the opportunity to diss him yet again. “He’s a grown man, yet he’s asking a woman to wash his dishes? Can’t he do his own dishes? Are women supposed to do all household chores?”

Michelle Yeller knocked on her plate with her fork. “He’s letting you have the lasagna. Do you really think he wants me to wash the tray? Besides, what’s wrong with helping to wash it after he made this for us?”

Of course, Josie Meyer understood that. She simply didn’t want to admit defeat.

…

After returning to his apartment, Finn Taylor felt empty for some reason.

The apartment was void of Yvette Larson’s laughter, Linda James’s scoldings, and Francis Larson’s sighs. It was completely quiet as though it was empty.

At the same time, Yvette Larson was lying on the bed, feeling empty as well. It seemed as though everything had disappeared now that her husband was no longer by her side.

She opened her closet, only to find that all of Finn Taylor’s clothes were gone.

She started searching the house for anything belonging to him, yet she found nothing—not even a sock. It was as though Finn Taylor had never appeared in her life.

Just then, Diane Taylor returned.

Yvette Larson was overwhelmed with emotions when she saw the young girl because it was Finn Taylor who had hired the latter. Her presence could at least prove that Finn Taylor had once been in her life. “Diane, you’re finally back. I missed you.”

Diane Taylor still had no idea what had happened. She had simply received a call from Finn Taylor, telling her to return and take good care of Yvette Larson. He even gave her detailed instructions on how to care for the latter, informing the young girl about his wife’s likes and dislikes and even what she had to take note of during different weathers.

To be honest, it was Diane Taylor’s first time hearing her employer speaking in this manner.

Something was amiss.

Diane Taylor knew that something must’ve happened, but she didn’t have any details. Nonetheless, she rushed back as quickly as she could. “Ms. Yvette, can you tell me what’s happened?”

Yvette Larson’s whole body stiffened when she heard that. It was only after a long pause that she finally said, “I’ve gotten a divorce from Finn.”

Shock!

Utter shock.

Diane Taylor was completely speechless and at a loss for words! She had no idea how to react to the news.

Thousands of scenarios had run through her mind, but this had never occurred to her! ‘Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson have gotten a divorce? That’s impossible—that really is impossible. I’ve seen just how much they’ve gone through together and how loving they are. Even I’m envious of how sweet they are to each other. I’ve only been gone for a few days. Why would they suddenly get divorced?’

“Ms. Yvette, has there been a misunderstanding? Why did you suddenly get divorced?”

Just then, Linda James walked over. “Finn Taylor has a mistress, and Yvette caught him in the act.”

Diane Taylor grew even more suspicious after hearing that. She knew exactly how Finn Taylor was as a person, so there was no way he would do something like that.

“Ms. Yvette, did you really catch him in the act?”

Yvette Larson nodded.

“Do you think they could be just friends? Just like Mr. Taylor and me?”

Yvette Larson shook her head. “Finn bought a pair of rings, and he put the ring on that woman when I caught them.”

Diane Taylor wanted to speak up for her employer, but there was nothing she could say now that things had progressed to this stage. “Ms. Yvette, you must believe in Mr. Taylor. I’m sure he has his reasons.”

Afraid that the young girl would convince her daughter, Linda James quickly stepped in. “What reasons could he possibly have? Yvette already caught him in the act. Alright, let’s not talk about him and ruin our mood.”

Diane Taylor had no choice but to drop the topic. However, there was no way she would believe that Finn Taylor would cheat on his wife.

…

Finn Taylor had just cleaned up the apartment when he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door to see that it was his neighbor sending his baking tray back.

Finn Taylor glanced at the tray. It was clean, and more importantly, the lasagna was gone.

That put him at ease.

Seeing his expression, Michelle Yeller understood what he was thinking about. She pointed at her own apartment. “She’s so prideful. She ate it all without leaving any for me.”

Finn Taylor took the tray and smiled. “You better not let her catch you talking about her.”

The young girl stuck her tongue out before returning to her apartment.

She had no sooner entered than her friend asked, “Did he ask where the lasagna went?”

Michelle Yeller shook her head. “Nope. Why would he ask such a question?”

Only then did Josie Meyer let out a sigh of relief.