Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart
Chapter 1077 Do Good Works

While Cara was thinking about who aimed at her, she heard the accountant saying, "He said nothing else. But he signed 'Phil'."

The accountant who was from Ustistan had never dealt with any men called 'Phil' at work, so he had no idea who Phil was. But Cara was totally stunned when she heard it.

Phil?

Wasn't that her son's name?

Cara thought of her son but she couldn't believe her son had done it to her.

How could it be possible

How could her birth son Phil have done something like this to destroy her?

She couldn't believe it and asked again with a trembling voice, "Are you sure of those letters?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I've forwarded the mail to you. Check it!" The accountant's voice was hoarse, "Please come up with something to handle it."

Cara hung up the phone immediately. Then she ran into the study and turned on the computer to check the mail. She wasn't in the mood of cleaning the expensive carpet. She would have been really distressed if she had stained the carpet like this before.

She had been living an extravagant life. Everything she ate and used was of top quality and luxury brand, including the carpets in the house.

She firmly believed that she would have good taste and give herself the air of elegance if she was willing to spend lots of money on herself and that she would finally turn herself into a rich lady from a poor and pathetic little girl.

Trevon was back while Cara was staggering upstairs and rushing into the study.

He glanced at her awkward figure and couldn't help but frown. There must be something wrong. Otherwise, she wouldn't give up putting up airs.

But he wasn't qualified to ask or care no matter what had happened.

It had been like this for so many years. Cara would tell him if she wanted to. Otherwise, she would taunt him for being good for nothing and warn him not to interfere with her business.

He didn't feel like caring about anything now. He came back to pack and move to the hotel.

In fact, they had other house properties but they were all under Cara's name. Without doubt, Cara wouldn't allow him to live in any of them. She had got another pet phrase, "Get out of my house!"

That was why he decided to live in the hotel. He knew there would be a good fight between Cara and Phil. If she knew that he had warned Phil of her evil plan, she would probably make a scene in front of him. He just had enough of it.

If Cara blew her top and requested a divorce, he would agree.

He had suddenly figured it out these days. Getting a divorce was no big deal. At worst, he would be penniless and homeless, and he would die alone.

If he couldn't stop her from hurting Phil's baby, he didn't think he would live any better for the rest of his life.

Trevon went into the room to pack. He packed some clothes and necessities only. He heard Cara smashing a vase in the study when he got out of the room.

He went over to the door of the study with the luggage, stood there, and glanced at her indifferently.

Cara, in real silk leisure wear, smashed another vase in the study, "Why? Why did he do that to me? Is he going to destroy me?"

"I'm his mother!"

"How could he do this to me for a woman!"

Trevon roughly guessed what had happened. Probably, Phil had fought back against Cara, which he had expected. He could feel Phil's rage in the silence when he called to warn him of it.

Or, maybe Phil had been deeply hurt. After all, few mothers in the world were heartless enough to attack their daughters-in-law for their interest only.

Cara was just too possessive and bossy. She would be angry or even crazy once other people didn't do as she said.

In fact, young people had their own lives and as parents, they couldn't interfere with them, not to mention that they were the parents who had never fulfilled their obligations and responsibilities.

But Cara couldn't understand the situation. Besides, she had tried to interfere with Phil's life and do something evil like that.

Trevon just thought she had asked for it herself. But he didn't know what exactly Phil had done to her.

He just stood still at the study door. Cara vented out her anger and turned around to see him there, then she was pissed off again, "What the hell are you doing there? Why not come in and help me out?" Trevon pursed his lips.

Why did she want him to help her out now?

She had looked down upon him all her life, hadn't she?

She just told him to figure out ways if she wanted his help, and she just despised him for crossing the line if she didn't want him to get involved in it.

If that was the case, he was out this time.

So, he stood there without a move, then said with self-mockery, "I am good for nothing. How can I figure out ways to help?"

Cara was irritated by his satire and goggled at him. She had never imagined he would act against her. But Trevon added when she was about to thunder, "I'll live out these days."

He said and turned around to leave with the luggage. Cara was rooted to the spot for quite a while, then she ran after him angrily.

"Trevon, what do you mean by saying that?" Trevon gritted her teeth, "You'll live out? Are you separating from me? Do you want a divorce?"

"I will agree if you want a divorce. In fact, I've had enough of it. You're good for nothing. You're a loser. I can't stand you anymore."

Cara just gave him a good scolding in one breath. This was what she usually did before. She looked down upon him and humiliated him. "Let's get divorced then," said Trevon, peacefully.

Cara was lost for words in a second. She didn't expect Trevon would agree to get a divorce since he had always begged her not to do that. "Tell the lawyer to contact me if you want a divorce or anything." Trevon simply said it and left.

Cara recovered herself and took a step forward to stop him, "Trevon, have you told Phil anything?"

With her eyes turning red with rage, Cara stared at him and asked, "Did you tell him that I was going to do something to Anya's baby? Did you?"

Cara was mad and anxious at the same time.

She couldn't figure out why Phil suddenly did such things to her. Seeing how strange Trevon was today, she finally realized that he must have told Phil about it. Otherwise, Phil couldn't have acted so quickly to fight back and seek revenge on her.

Trevon admitted it bluntly, "Yes."

"Cara, I just don't want to act against my conscience anymore. I can't do those terrible things with you again. I am guilty for my mother, and I can't be guilty for hurting my son now." "Stop it! Do some good works!"

This was the last sentence he had said to her. He didn't care if it was too mean or if Cara would be mad at it. He just carried the luggage and went out of sight. “Trevon!”

"You'll regret it!"

"You should know that you'll have nothing without me. I'll have all your bank cards frozen. You'll be a homeless beggar at that time."

Cara roared, threatened, and warned him behind his back, but Trevon had decided to leave her.