Chapter 55

Shirley and I went to the mall to buy baby clothes.

Not for any other reason, just because Kathy and the lawyer were at a restaurant on this street.

Shirley and I got off the car at the street corner, and I said to her, "It's been a long time since we went shopping. How about we take a stroll and buy some things for the house?"

Shirley, of course, nodded in agreement.

I led Shirley forward, and soon we saw the restaurant Kathy had mentioned.

Before this, I had already texted Kathy, telling her that I had some issues and might be delayed, asking her to show my documents to the lawyer first.

Shirley and I entered a baby store. Although this wasn't my main purpose, these cute little clothes really increased my maternal love.

And Shirley was obviously the same; she was mesmerized, thinking everything was great.

When she was about to lose control, I pulled her away, empty-handed.

"I suddenly remembered, there's a beauty salon ahead. How about we get some treatments first, then go shopping, and then head straight home?"

Shirley hesitated a bit, "Mrs. Jordan, you go for the treatment, I can go buy the clothes."

"That won't do. I still have a lot of money there, and if I don't use it this year, it will be cleared. Can you help me out?"

My words indeed persuaded Shirley, and she reluctantly nodded and followed me.

At the spa, I asked the staff to give us each a room, as I wanted to rest a bit.

Shirley became obviously alert, staring at me, "Mrs. Jordan, let's stay in one room so I can take care of you."

I frowned, thinking she was really troublesome, "No need, we're both here to spend money. Why should you take care of me? Just take care of yourself."

Shirley still insisted, "Then I'll start after you go in, Mrs. Jordan."

I didn't want to talk to her anymore, so I walked straight into my room, undressed, and put on a face mask in front of her.

Shirley waited at the door for another ten minutes, and after confirming I didn't come out, she finally went into another room at the staff's request.

And this was exactly the moment I was waiting for. As soon as Shirley entered the room, the staff quickly reminded me to change clothes and leave through the back door.

This spa was owned by Joanna, and it was Kathy who reminded me of this.

So I called Joanna and asked her for a small favor, promising to repay her in the future.

This small favor was nothing to her, so she easily agreed to have her staff cooperate with me.

Under the staff's cover, I quickly changed clothes, removed the face mask, and slipped out through the back door.

Meanwhile, they would come to remind me before Shirley finished her face mask.

I went straight to the private room Kathy had sent me, where I met the lawyer she had arranged for me.

"Caroline, let me introduce you to Travis Franklin from Regal City Law Firm. Travis, this is my friend Caroline."

We shook hands and got to know each other briefly. I said, "Mr. Franklin, time is tight, so I'll get straight to the point. If I file for divorce now, can I get both the child and the money?"

Travis had a delicate face, but his eyes were particularly mature, which matched my image of a lawyer.

Regardless of his appearance, those eyes must have seen a lot.

Travis frowned slightly and then shook his head, "I can tell you clearly, no."

"Because most of your assets are mortgaged, and your company's shares have been taken by your husband Brandon. In other words, you have no income now, so even if you go to court, the child won't be awarded to you."

I took a deep breath, "But those assets were transferred without my knowledge. So what if I get the assets back?"

He shook his head, "It's still difficult because you can't prove you were unaware at the time. Unless there's evidence, but according to Ms. Patel, you were also in a confused state at the time, so it's absolutely impossible."

I nodded heavily.

Kathy slammed the table in anger, "This is infuriating! Brandon is such a bastard, doing things so ruthlessly?"

"No money, no child, does Caroline have to give up everything to leave him?"

"He's the one who's been cheating all along!"

Travis nodded, "Speaking of which, the evidence of his infidelity you collected can prevent him from getting the assets, but most of your marital assets have already been transferred, so you can only get the part he didn't transfer."

I frowned tightly, "That's not much money."

Travis nodded, "So this is a long-term conspiracy by Brandon against you. By the time you realize it and want to fight back, it's already too late."

The private room fell into a deathly silence, no one spoke.

After a while, I looked up at Travis, "What if I use some means? If I transfer the money Brandon took back, would it be considered our marital property?"

Travis nodded slightly, "In theory, yes, but I don't recommend you do that because you're walking on the edge of the law, and one wrong step could lead to disaster."

I shook my head, "I've made up my mind. I want both the money and the child, even if it means going to jail."

Travis pondered for a moment, then nodded, "In that case, I might be able to help you."

I thanked him sincerely. With Travis's help, my hope for victory increased.

After Kathy saw Travis off, she turned back and held my hand, "Caroline, have you really thought this through? What Mr. Franklin said sounds very dangerous."

I nodded firmly, "No matter what, I can't let Brandon have his way. Do you think he will take good care of the three children if he gets custody?"

"Of course not."

"Exactly, so if I end up in jail, please visit my mom and the kids often."

Kathy squeezed my hand, "Caroline, don't think too much. That day won't come. Even if it does, I'm already the godmother of the three kids. It's my duty."

With a good friend like Kathy, what do I have to worry about?

Just then, there was a knock on the private room door. It was the staff from the spa next door reminding me.

"Ms. Ross has ten minutes left."

I quickly said goodbye to Kathy and returned to the spa room, changed back into my clothes, and put on the face mask as before.

Soon, I heard the door to my room open, "Mrs. Jordan, are you not done yet?"