I Transmigrated And Got A Husband And A Son

11. Nonsense

When Dominic reached home, a beeline of servants came out to welcome him. Leading the line was the head maid, Mrs. Deng.

"Welcome home, Master." Mrs. Deng's voice was soft and gentle, straightening her back from bowing.

The master of the house had a cold countenance, gazing down at her expressionlessly. "Mary Rose, follow me and report what Heaven had been doing for the past months," he said as he resumed his strides.

"Ah. Yes." Mrs. Deng cleared her throat, following the master inside the mansion. "Master, the young Madam had always been in her room. She would only go out when necessary…"

Dominic had to listen to the usual report he would receive in the past. There was nothing unusual since Heaven was like that. When they reached the mansion's lobby, Mrs. Deng had pretty much finished her report.

"That's all?" He arched a brow, stopping from his steps, and glancing over his shoulder where the head maid was.

"Yes, Master…" Mrs. Deng trailed off as if something struck her. Her sudden pause caught his attention, making him look back at her.

"Now that I think about it, Madam did something unusual yesterday."

"Unusual?"

"Yes. She toured the mansion." She snapped her eyes back at Dominic with genuine confusion plastered on her face. "The young Madam usually stays in her room, but yesterday, she spent most of her time touring the house and in the theater room."

Dominic went silent, recalling coming home last night, only to be told Heaven was in the theater room. That was unusual. Normally, he wouldn't look for her but every time he would, there was only one place where he could find her, her room.

"I see. So she toured the house and stayed in the theater room." He rocked his head in understanding, but still utterly confused for Heaven's reason. "Anyway, tell the chefs to make nutritional food for her."

Dominic left notes to Mrs. Deng, following the doctor's advice for his wife's recovery, while Mrs. Deng listened attentively. After giving out his order, Mrs. Deng didn't idle and executed the task given to her.

'Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen her walk around the house since coming here." Dominic turned on his heel to go to his home office to finish a few works until the servants were done preparing Heaven's food and clothes.

*****

Dominic was not in a hurry as he returned to his home office. He planned to finish some work but ended up rereading the divorce papers.

"Although I'll get custody, she has visitation rights…" he whispered, rereading the clauses of the divorce. "Is fifty million too little as compensation?"

Money was not an issue to him, but his face turned sour at the thought.

'Upon signing the divorce paper, I think it will be better if she can leave the house even if it's still being processed.' Dominic jotted down addition to these conditions, thinking about her well-being so she could avoid stress.

Living with him never made her happy. If anything, it only made her utterly miserable. The only way he could compensate her was by giving her enough money to start over her life and not having any form of contact with her. If she wanted to see their child, she was free to do so.

His condition wasn't as harsh as he thought they were. After all, he wasn't completely cutting her off. He was simply ending their marriage, but she could still do her motherly duties if she wanted to. Although he doubted she would, though.

While Dominic was immersed in adding more conditions in the divorce that favored Heaven, a knock came on his door.

Knock knock

Dominic stopped as he glanced at the door. "Come in."

As soon as his calm voice reached the person's ear beyond the shut door, the door slowly opened.

"Miriam?" He watched her march in, closing the door behind her. "Is everything done?"

"The chefs are already packing the foods you asked for, Master."

"I see. I'll be there in a while." Dominic didn't dwell on it as he continued the sentence he was writing down. However, when a minute passed and Miriam didn't leave, he raised his head to her once again. "What is it, Miriam?"

Hesitation swirled in Miriam's eyes before she found the courage to speak. "Master, about the young Madam's condition…"

"The young Madam is alright. She only needed rest and she will be fine."

"Master, I think the young madam strained herself yesterday —"

"Mhm. Mary Rose told me that she toured the house yesterday." Dominic shifted his attention to his notes, assuming Miriam would just repeat Mrs. Deng's reports. He was aware of Heaven and Miriam's rapport. "Although it's almost ridiculous how she could strain herself just by touring the house, she's been locking herself in her room. Her lack of regular exercise probably exhausted her."

"But Master, that's not the only thing the Madam did yesterday."

His brows knitted, looking back at her once again. "What do you mean?"

"The young madam stayed in the kitchen for hours, cooking."

"She cooked?" His brows rose, confused.

"Yes, Master. Everyone tried to stop her, worried she might hurt herself. However, Madam refused."

Dominic was unsure if his wife knew how to cook. This was news to him. "She's probably fed up with the chef's dishes," he shrugged it off, assuming Heaven cooked for herself.

"But Master." Miriam frowned. "The Madam cooked for you and the young master."

This time, Miriam successfully caught his attention. Dominic straightened his back before leaning back against the swivel chair.

"She cooked for us?" He repeated, doubting his ear for a second.

"Yes. She made a few dishes and even waited for you and the young master to come home. She was in the family room for hours and even toured the house to kill time." Getting Dominic's attention gave Miriam the courage to detail Heaven's strange attitude the day before. "When you didn't come home, she told me she would stay in the theater room. She also said to wake her up once you come home so she could serve the dishes personally."

'Nonsense,' was the first thing that crossed his mind. However, the more he assessed Miriam's countenance, the more he was certain Miriam was telling him the truth.