As it turned out, the fire had been sparked by a careless warehouse employee who hadn't properly extinguished a cigarette butt after smoking, igniting the combustible materials.

Fortunately, it was not a case of deliberate arson.

Brian massaged his aching temples, feeling utterly drained at this moment.

Edwin, who had been accompanying him, said with concern, "Mr. Hughes, you haven't had any rest all night. Why don't you take a break?"

Brian nodded when he heard this.

He was indeed exhausted because he hadn't rested well.

It had been quite some time since he'd had a decent night's sleep, especially with the recent days spent dealing with his mother's marriage woes.

As Edwin prepared to book a nearby hotel for Brian, the latter waved it off, saying, "No, thanks. I'll catch a quick nap in the car."

Aware of Brian's persistent worry for the branch, Edwin didn't press the issue further and opened the car's rear door for him.

Brian settled into the back seat and closed his eyes. Just as he was about to doze off, his phone rang.

With a furrowed brow, Brian opened his bloodshot eyes and checked his phone.

Seeing that it was Sanford calling, Brian closed his eyes and answered with a sigh, "What's the matter?"

Sanford sounded anxious as he asked, “Brian, why didn't you tell us about your divorce with Rosalynn? How long were you going to hide such a big thing from us?"

Brian rubbed his temples and shifted his body uncomfortably when he heard this. “Who told you that? Was it Maggie?"

He had a hunch that Rosalynn might have told Maggie they had divorced, and Maggie subsequently shared the news with Sanford.

He thought this was what had happened.

“Yes, it was Maggie. Brian, is it true? Did you really divorce Rosalynn? When did this happen?" Sanford asked.

Brian replied tiredly, "No, it's not true."

“What? It's not true? Brian, you need to explain this. What's going on?"

“To appease my mother, Deanna asked me to get a fake divorce certificate..."