Early the next morning, I was still packing my things.
Amelia knocked on the door and stood pitifully with the fruit in her hand.
"Mrs. McDowell, I heard that you're going to divorce Mr. McDowell. Could you... please not act rashly?"
I leaned against the door, observing her carefully.
Amelia was Irvin's secretary, rumored to come from a poor family, but she was very diligent.
Her efforts were not only directed towards her work but also towards seducing Irvin.
I had seen her use countless excuses to lure Irvin away from me, and afterwards, she would claim that I was being petty and had misunderstood their relationship.
But what legitimate president would have such a close relationship with his secretary, spending time together even late at night?
I smiled, tears welling up in my eyes.
"I'm getting a divorce, and you're conveniently taking my place. Isn't that good?"
Upon hearing this, Amelia's face turned pale.
With tears in her eyes, she tried to explain, "Mrs. McDowell, I'm sorry. Mr. McDowell said you just lost your child. I thought having a pet would make you happy."
"You knew about my miscarriage even before Irvin did, and you executed it quite cleverly."