Chapter 19
675words
The post only confirmed the suspicions of the online community. His resignation as CEO was now inevitable.
Arthur opened his mouth as if to speak but ultimately said nothing. Instead, he took the PR plans from the table and left. Before walking out, he gave Luther one last look and sighed.
If he had known this day would come, why did he act so recklessly before?
At this moment, nothing mattered to Luther except Callista.
The public tore into him mercilessly online, with curses ranging from losing the love of his life to wishing him a miserable death.
In his self-inflicted torment, Luther scrolled through every comment. He was hoping to find even the smallest clue about Callista.
But after scrolling from dawn to dusk, he still found nothing. His despair deepened.
He had mentioned Wren's child to Kai on purpose. It was a desperate gamble.
Perhaps, if Callista's only family was in trouble, she might come back. Nonetheless, she didn't.
Luther no longer knew how to make things right or win her back. He posted more posts on his socials.
"Honey, let's adopt a daughter you like. You can teach her right from wrong, and I'll spoil her. Wouldn't that be nice?
"If you don't want children, that's fine too. Just growing old together with you would make me happy.
"Every day without you feels like torture."
The small nursery had become a prison, trapping Luther in his endless regret. After the first post, he continued posting one every day. He was clinging hopelessly to a shred of hope.
"Wait! Ms. Kirk, you can't—"
Shouting erupted outside, followed by Wren bursting into the room. She grabbed the storage box and flung it across the room.
Luther's expression darkened instantly. He dragged Wren out of the room and threw her at the house staff.
"If she sets foot in here again, none of you will keep your jobs."
He immediately returned to the nursery, carefully picking up the scattered syringes and placing them back into the storage box.
As she was pinned down by the staff, Wren screamed hysterically, "Luther Spencer, do you even have a heart? That was your child too, and you didn't even look at him!
"The baby was fully formed—he was so close to opening his eyes and seeing the world. How could you be so cruel?
"Luther… did you ever love me at all?" By the end, her voice was hoarse and broken.
She had been with Luther for nearly a year. He treated her so well, almost as if she lacked nothing except the title.
Her heart had wavered, and she became greedy. She wanted to marry Luther, to have him as hers forever.
But now, he wouldn't even glance at her. Instead, he meticulously cleaned and arranged the items Callista had left behind, as though they were more valuable than her, an actual living person.
It wasn't until Wren ran out of tears that Luther finally finished arranging the box and left the nursery.
"Luther… you told me once that you liked me," she said desperately.
"Don't you know better than anyone why I even liked you in the first place?" Luther spat.
"Am I really that much worse than her, Luther? You've ruined me. You've destroyed my life!"
Luther's face remained expressionless.
"You knew what you were from the start," he said coldly.
"You can't take the money and still covet what doesn't belong to you. Do you think you even deserve to be compared to Callista?"
Wren collapsed completely, and she sobbed uncontrollably.
"Mr. Spencer," a staff member interrupted while holding out a sealed envelope.
"This just arrived from the courier. It has your and Mrs. Spencer's names on it."
Luther's chest tightened as he looked at the envelope.
For some inexplicable reason, he hesitated to take it. He was too afraid of what it might contain.
