Chapter 121 My Illness

I nodded, ready to head back to the kitchen for dinner. Maxwell stopped me, looking serious, and asked, "Are you serious this time?" I nodded again, puzzled by his reaction, and could not help but ask, "What's wrong with you? My divorce from Idris doesn’t concern you, does it?" He hummed in response, taking a deep breath. "It's hugely relevant. If you get divorced, I'll have to take care of you for the rest of my life." I frowned, finding his words odd, and retorted, "What are you thinking? My divorce is my business. You're the CEO of Scott Corporation, not my dad. Why would you need to take care of me for life?" After saying this, I glanced at Zoe, who was busy by the dining table, and playfully nudged his arm. "What do you think of Zoe?" He looked bewildered. "What do you mean? We're discussing your affairs, and I heard your phone call earlier. I need to go with you to Macamer." "No!" I blurted out, saying, "If you go to Macamer with me, who will manage Scott Corporation? Your