The old woman was furious when she heard Wendy''s words.


    She looked at Wendy with contempt, her words sharp. "Wendy, haven''t you always looked down on my son? You thought he married into money and wasn''t good


    enough for you..."


    "Mom, what are you talking about? When have I ever said he wasn''t good enough for me? If I looked down on him, would I have given you allowance? Would I have set up apany for your son? To make sure he could hold his head high, I helped all of your rtives get rich. I did all of that, and I never once got a ''you''ve worked hard'' or even a simple ''thank you'' from you. Instead, you belittled me until I felt worthless. I put up with all of it, and now that I''ve fallen on hard times, this is how you treat me?” Wendy cut her off, her face etched with pain as she stared at the old woman''s ugly expression.


    The old woman''s face soured. It was true that taking Wendy''s money had always made her feel inferior.


    She narrowed her eyes. Wendy had nothing now. From now on, she would have to rely on her son and granddaughter to survive. She finally felt a sense of triumph.


    She conveniently forgot that two decades ago, her family was dirt poor and had nothing.


    If it weren''t for Wendy, they would still be living in a small two-bedroom apartment, worrying about where their next meal woulde from.


    With that thought, any trace of guilt on the old woman''s face vanished, reced by pride and smugness.


    "Wendy, you can''t say that. When you married my son, you became part of this family. It was your duty to give me money. Now that you have nothing, you think you can just cling to my son? Dream on! That billion-dor debt is your problem, not ours. You won''t be dragging my son''spany down with you. Get out of here right now."


    "And divorce my son immediately."


    Wendy looked at the old woman as if she''d heard something horrifying.


    The old woman saw her pained and helpless expression and thought of the massive debt, steeling her heart.


    "I know this is unfair to you, but we''re old, and my son is in poor health. If hispany is gone, how will be pay for his medical bills? You can figure out how to pay that billion dors yourself. Just divorce my son immediately."


    Wendy stood frozen for a long moment. When she finally processed it tears streamed down her face she turned to Nathan her voice bitter. "Nathan, were we only ever meant to be together for better, but not for worse?"


    Nathan hadn''t known how to bring up the divorce, so he was actually relieved his mother had said it first.


    He truly felt reluctant to let Wendy go. She was gentle, kind, and considerate, and she had always been mindful of his pride over the years. But in the end, he couldn''t give up his childhood sweetheart, Sophia.


    He looked at her with a guilty expression. "Wendy, my hands are tied. I can''t help you with this enormous debt. If I did, what would happen to the kids? What about my parents? My brothers and sisters?"


    His words pierced her heart, though she''d already given up on him.


    She knew this man was heartless, but seeing itid bare was still chilling.


    “Nathan, I''m your wife. The person who sleeps beside you every night. Your closest partner. Am I less important than those siblings of yours that I''ve supported for over a decade?"


    She asked, her voice cracking, her face a mask of agony.


    All those years of kindness had been wasted.


    And each of them bit harder than thest.


    Nathan avoided her gaze, overwhelmed with guilt. "Wendy, it''s not that I don''t want to help you, I just can''t. Let''s just get a divorce. know you love me, and if you love me you can drag me down with you, right. Let''s get divorced. Il give you a hundred thousand dors, and when you''re older, I''ll send you money every month."