Chapter 1020

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

On the other side of the glass window, Catherine was shocked to the core by what she had just
witnessed. “S-Shane, what—”



“You’ll know soon enough,” Shane answered, his face devoid of expression.

Seeing that, Catherine merely nodded and spoke no more, fixing her gaze on the scene inside.

The prison guard flipped open the divorce papers and pushed Sam’s bleeding thumb toward the
signature section.

Catherine finally understood what was going on, her fists clenching tightly.



Sam caught on to the prison guard’s intentions as well and roared at him hysterically, “Let me go! You
can’t force me to do this!”

The prison guard remained indifferent to Sam’s retaliation and merely pressed the latter’s thumb onto the
signature section.

With that, Sam stopped struggling and screaming.

He knew the matter had already concluded, and no amount of struggling or screaming would change a
thing anymore.



Thus, he merely sat there, still and lifeless, like a body that had lost its soul.



The prison guard closed the divorce papers and dropped them back into the transfer slot.

Catherine instantly snatched it up and opened it. The moment she saw the fresh thumbprint on the
signature line, tears of joy and relief sprang into her eyes as she exclaimed, “Finally! Finally, I’m free!”

With this divorce, she could gain half of Sam’s assets. Added with her dowry and other personal assets
like the land, luxury cars, and jewelry that she owned, her total assets would easily amount to hundreds
of millions.



She could live the rest of her life any way she wanted.

“Now that you’ve gotten his signature, go on and get the divorce certificate at the City Hall. I’ll send Silas
to go with you. Once that’s done, you have three days to leave the Thompson residence,” stated Shane
coolly, gazing at Catherine, who was overcome with joy.

She nodded repeatedly. “Don’t worry. I promise I’ll leave within three days.”

“Go on.” Shane gave her a dismissive wave.

After she hurried off, he turned toward Sam, who had just snapped back out of his daze.

He glared at Shane with a vicious look in his eyes, saying seethingly, “Are you happy now that you’ve
ruined my entire family and broke us apart?”

“Of course, I am,” Shane answered in an indifferent tone, tucking his hands into his pockets calmly.

Sam’s body couldn’t stop shaking. “I-If only I had known y-you would turn out to become such a b*stard, I
would have killed you when you were little! So what if my father had proof that I murdered Seth and his
wife? I should still have finished you off back then, or I wouldn’t have landed in this predicament!”



“There’s no such thing as ‘if only,’“ came Shane’s brief reply.

Sam thumped his chest in regret. “Indeed, I couldn’t have known that. That’s why I lost…”

“Don’t worry. Someone will be here soon to keep you company. I’ve already identified the other culprit,”
Shane said with narrowed eyes.

“Who is it?” Sam glared at him intently.

“Jacqueline.”

“Jacqueline?” A blank look came over Sam’s face as though he couldn’t remember who that was.

Shane pursed his lips, adding, “Jacqueline from the Graham family. My mother’s goddaughter.”

“Oh, it’s her!” The memory finally struck Sam, and his eyes widened in disbelief. “But that’s impossible!
Eighteen years ago, she was only a little girl—”

“The truth of the matter is that she was indeed the culprit. It was she who had led my parents to that
street, giving your men the opportunity to attack them. So the question I have for you now is, how did she
inform you about my parents’ arrival on that street?”

Shane gazed at Sam unwaveringly, waiting for an answer, but Sam said not a word.

However, Shane was not the least bit perturbed. He simply smirked, stating, “It’s fine if you refuse to
explain anything now, for I’ll find out anyway as soon as I catch Jacqueline.”

With that said, he swiveled on his heels, readying himself to leave.

At that moment, Sam’s voice rang out suddenly. “With a letter.”

“What letter?” Shane spun on his heels.



Sam met his gaze. “That morning, I had just arrived at the office when a child came to me and handed
me an envelope. He said someone had shown him my photo and asked him to deliver the envelope to
me.”

“What was in the letter?” Shane’s hands balled into fists in his pockets.

“Since I had no idea who had sent the child, I assumed it was a practical joke and threw the envelope
away without looking. However, another child came to me at noon that day and gave me another
envelope. By then, I’d sensed that it wasn’t a joke, so I ripped it open and got the fright of my life when I
read the contents of the letter. Whoever sent it said they knew about my plans to murder Seth and obtain
Thompson Group.”






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