Joannaughed triumphantly.


    Yvonne was horrified. "Joanna, you''re shameless! Do you believe I''ll tell Jerome everything?"


    "That depends on whether you get the chance to tell him."


    Joanna hung up.


    Yvonne copsed to the floor.


    Meanwhile...


    Joanna stood outside the courthouse and saw Nathan and a sobbing Wendy emerge.


    Annoyed, she called Horace.


    "Horace, Yvonne has outlived her usefulness. Give the evidence to the police. Let


    the world know about that girl''s death."


    Horace replied, "Yes, miss. I''ll give the evidence to the deceased''s parents immediately. She won''t disrupt our ns."


    Joanna hung up the phone.


    Wendy and Nathan had reached her. She looked at Wendy with a cold smile. "Stop crying. It''s not that my father doesn''t want you; it''s just that you''re so ipetent. As a woman, instead of managing the household properly, you handed thepany over to my father to manage. You don''t know anything about business, and now thepany is bankrupt with so many debts. How do you expect my father to pay them off for you?"


    “Here''s a hundred thousand for you. Thanks for raising me all these years."


    Wendy stared at the divorce papers in her hand. With the Wilson family''s intervention, the divorce was finalized on the spot.


    Perfect. The Wilson family. They were her greatest allies.


    Wendy took the hundred thousand she offered and said mockingly, “Joanna, so you''re only worth a hundred thousand. You really are cheap!"


    "Wendy, you..." Joanna was furious.


    “Alright, Joanna, don''t be angry. We''re already divorced, why are you still arguing with her? Let''s go. Let''s go home."


    Nathan put his arm around Joanna''s waist, but looking at the haggard Wendy, he felt a pang of unease.


    After a lifetime with Wendy, he knew what he was doing was ruthless.


    He had no way out, but he was strangely reluctant to let Wendy go.


    She was genuinely gentle and kind. Without Wendy, he wouldn''t have enjoyed thest twenty-odd years offort.


    "Wendy, even though we''re divorced, we still have feelings for each other. If you need anything in the future, you cane to me."


    Wendy scoffed. "Since we''re


    divorced, there''s nothing between us


    anymore. From now on, your life has nothing to do with me also be announcing our divorce to the


    media. The debts I owe have nothing to do with you."


    Nathan panicked at her words. "No, no, Wendy, you don''t have to tell the media. Let''s just handle this between ourselves."


    "Fine. I''ll be moving into a small apartment on the outskirts of town. You two should probably move out sogn too, before the authorities kick you out content


    Wendy turned and walked away. As she did, a triumphant smile appeared on her


    face. Nathan, it''s your turn. The show is about to begin.


    She had been preparing for almost a year. Finally, she could breathe.


    Nathan frowned. Why did it seem like Wendy was leaving with a sense of relief after the divorce?


    And now, all he had left were Joanna, his son, and Sophia.


    Damn it, why did he feel so empty inside? As if he had lost something incredibly important.


    "Dad, what''s with that look on your face? Are you sad to see Wendy go?" Joanna asked angrily, seeing his pale face.


    Nathan shook his head with a forced smile. “No, of course not. Let''s go home and see your mother."


    "Okay. But your rtionship with


    my


    mother can''t be exposed. If Wendy


    finds out that would be bad. With


    her temper, she''d definitely raise hell."