Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 585 Divorce Matters (3)_1

Twisting around, he returned to his desk and pressed the button for the secretary's phone. He ordered Secretary Yang, "Limit Mr. Gian Horne's bank card spending to ten thousand yuan per month!" If his father dared to question him again, he would be even more ruthless.

"Glades Horne!"

Gian Horne, furious, couldn't help but roar, "You..."

"Dad, there's more for you to endure next. Have you ever heard an old saying? It's specifically for men like you who betray their wives: 'Those who eat salted fish must endure the thirst.' Secretary Yang, notify the Security Department. I'm working; please arrange for someone to come up and escort our former CEO out."

Glades Horne pressed the intercom button once more, instructing Secretary Yang.

His face was grim and tightly drawn, his gaze icy and sinister. He was a stark contrast to the man who usually doted on Julia—it was like comparing a devil from Hell to a Bodhisattva from Heaven.

Gian Horne cast a deep glare at him and left Valence Group on his own before the Security Department staff could arrive.

Once he had handed over Valence Group to Glades Horne, it was no longer a place where he could make trouble.

By cutting off Gian Horne's finances, Glades Horne dealt a heavy blow to both Gian and Pheobe Rogers.

In this age, money isn't everything, but without money, you can do absolutely nothing.

Ten thousand yuan a month was not even enough for Gian's usual hourly expenses.

The affairs of the Horne Family had always been a subject people relished gossiping about. When the family patriarch, Gian Horne, had his finances cut off by his son, the news spread quickly throughout T City. Even though this event conflicted with the earlier incident of Pheobe Rogers being photographed, people didn't care to dig into the discrepancies; they only felt it served him right.

Deprived of living expenses, Pheobe Rogers constantly quarreled with Gian. She also spent lavishly searching for James Horne, further depleting her funds. No matter how much of a scene she caused, it was useless. Gian himself could no longer access funds, so how could he provide for her? When she pressured Gian to sell his properties, he refused, intensifying their conflict. The couple, once affectionate for thirty years, now argued whenever they met, and even when they didn't. Compounded by Mila Anderson's firm insistence on a divorce, Gian was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

And that wasn't all. When he returned home, everyone treated him as if he were invisible; even the old lady, when she saw him, could only sigh and say he had brought this upon himself.

Mila Anderson's beauty salon officially opened with Julia's support. Thanks to the patronage of the high-society ladies Julia had recently met at various parties, Mila's business did well. It turned a profit in its first month, achieving a successful start.

In addition to managing her business, Mila Anderson was busy every day taking care of the pregnant Julia and Adele. As someone with no business experience, she was still learning many aspects of it. Considering her age, she knew she would have to work several times harder than others if she wanted to become a successful businesswoman.

Life went on amidst the arguments of some and the peaceful coexistence of others.

「Early summer.」

「Another night fell.」

At Grand Court Garden, in their small home, Glades rose alone while Julia slept. He went up to the rooftop, silently gazing at the dark expanse of the sky.

In the deep night of early summer, the sky wasn't actually all that dark.

At least in the courtyard, he could see everything clearly.

Seeing the home he had put so much effort into—which seemed to be prepared for Ruby but was actually arranged entirely according to Julia's preferences—he suddenly felt a great deal of emotion.

A home, a marriage... to keep it going, a couple needs to be united in heart. They are like two ships sailing on a turbulent sea, unsure of the storms the future path may hold. If they sail together, both can reach the shore. But if disagreements arise, one ship might be swept away by the waves, preventing them from reaching the shore together.

"Glades, I've said before I really dislike my bedmate leaving me in the middle of the night." A pair of small hands encircled his waist. Julia had climbed to the rooftop at some point, her protruding belly making contact with his back first.

Julia was now nearly seven months pregnant, entering the late stages of pregnancy.

Her face hadn't changed much, only her stomach was more pronounced.

The baby was very healthy and quite naughty, kicking around every day, sometimes causing Julia pain.

Adele's baby was almost six months along. As Adele ate more in the later stages, the bellies of both sisters-in-law turned out to be the same size. Flynn Walker later sought out Adele a few times, but she refused to see him again. She told him that his unwillingness to face Glades Horne in her presence for another half an hour meant he had lost his chance forever.

Flynn Walker was very upset and eventually had to give up.

"You're awake?" Glades turned his head, took her hand, and drew her in front of him, holding her in his embrace. His large hand lovingly rested on her high belly as he said affectionately, "My daughter is being naughty, isn't she?" As the pregnancy progressed, the growing belly exerted increasing pressure on Julia's internal organs, making daily life more inconvenient. She always felt uncomfortable sleeping. Whether lying on her back or her side, she found it difficult to rest and had to change positions several times throughout the night until dawn.

"This little one is indeed quite mischievous," Julia said with a light smile, her pretty face shining with the glow of motherly love. "Adele's baby is probably more serene, not so naughty."

Glades Horne smiled gently, his expression softening. Confronting his father hadn't been easy on him; after all, it was his father. Fortunately, Julia had always stood by him. With her companionship, he felt his world was still filled with happiness. It was only in front of Julia that he could revert to his former self.

"A mischievous baby is a clever one. My daughter, Glades Horne's child, will certainly be smart."

"I have a feeling it's a son," Julia said with a smile, tilting her head back in his arms. "My belly button protrudes a lot, and my belly is pointed too. Many experienced people have also said it's definitely a boy, and Adele's belly looks similar to mine."

Gently stroking her hair, which had grown past her shoulders, silky and lustrous, he couldn't help but adore it. "I've said it before, whether it's a boy or a girl, they are our children, and I will love and cherish them dearly."

"Okay then, make sure you're happy here, and don't brood without me, alright?" Julia suddenly pressed a hand over his heart, her almond-shaped eyes revealing deep affection.

Outsiders might think he was harsh on his father, but only she knew the struggle in his heart.

Catching her hand, Glades Horne's gaze softened even more. His smile deepened; her understanding was all he needed.

He nodded emphatically. For the arrival of their baby, and for their marital life to be forever happy, he would be joyful.

Julia also smiled, nestling deeply into his embrace. They held each other, looking up at the dark expanse of the sky above.