Without wasting any second, Damien rushed to the kitchen to check if the maid had gone to the court with the papers. When he got there, he met the younger maid who was busy clearing the place.
“Where is Ma Clara?” He asked, holding his breath as he hoped that she would still be in the house.
“She left for the court a few minutes ago. According to her, you gave her some papers to submit to Mrs. Harriett’s lawyer.” The young maid said and Damien felt his heart break into a million pieces.
“How long has it been since she left the house?” He asked, feeling restless.
“Ten minutes, sir.” The young maid said and in a split second, Damien was out of the house and on his way to the court.
“If I make it on time, I might be able to stop the divorce processing.” He assured himself as he drov
