A reporter rushed over, and Wendy made sure to show them the disinheritance agreement.


    In her mind, she reyed the performance she had put on for everyone, including her two best friends. It had all been an act, a means to an end. This agreement was the proof she needed.


    She didn''t want her children to have any connection to Nathan. They were her children, and she would never abandon them, but she needed Nathan to be the one to sever all ties first.


    Only then could her four sons find happiness, turn their lives around, and be better men.


    The crowd stared at the document in Wendy''s hand, then turned their scornful gazes on Nathan.


    Nathan felt as though he were being pierced by a thousand needles. The shame was unbearable. He had dreamedst night that he fell off a cliff. He had dismissed it as a meaningless winter dream, but it turned out to be shockingly urate. For a man who valued his pride and dignity above all else, this felt like being roasted over an open fire.


    Suddenly, a woman in the crowd spoke up. "I have never seen such shameless people! How can he even call himself a man?"


    "Exactly," another added. "He was cheating with his ex, and he switched his legitimate child for his illegitimate one?


    And he made his wife raise the mistress''s child, which means they must have been in contact the whole time. This is straight-up marriage fraud, and he''s lying through his teeth, saying it was a moment of foolishness. I think it was all meticulously nned."


    The woman speaking was Mrs. Wilson, a close friend of Wendy''s. Hearing about Wendy''s suffering, and having witnessed all that she had sacrificed for her children, she spoke out passionately. "Wendy is a victim! We all saw how she raised Joanna over the years. She poured her heart and soul into that girl, even neglecting her four sons to ensure Joanna became an exceptional young woman. Everyone knows Joanna is a talented pianist and dancer, skilled in all the fine arts. That is all thanks to Wendy''s dedicated guidance."


    "But she is nothing but an ungrateful viper, not only dismissing her adoptive mother''s love but also iming she''s mentally ill."


    "Wendy borrowed a hundred million from our family recently. When my husband


    looked into it, he discovered she had been set up. But in that short time, she sold all her assets and paid back her debts."


    "She is perfectly sane! She does not have any mental illness. I have been meeting with her for the past two days. She is depressed, yes, but her mind is sharp. There is absolutely nothing wrong with her mentally. After Nathan and Joanna forced her into a divorce, she was even


    Morried


    about Nathan''s health because he is showing early signs of Alzheimer''s."


    Thest sentence made Wendy''s eyes light up. It seemed her casualints to Mrs. Wilson had paid off.


    Mrs. Wilson was the perfect advocate, and she was sure to help her win this battle decisively.


    In the past weeks, while repaying her debts, she had intentionally acted despondent, confiding in a few close friends about her situation with Nathan, all in preparation for a crucial moment like this.


    Joanna red at Mrs. Wilson, her eyes filled with murderous intent She warned, Mrs. Wilson, don''t you, dare stander my father! How could he have Alzheimer''s? Wendyas the one with the mental illness!


    Mrs. Wilson sneered at Joanna''s fragile, victim-like appearance. The sight of her made her want to p her. She despised mistresses, and as it turned out both Joanna and


    hepmother were cut from the same: cloth.


    Some things, once done, can never be truly hidden.


    If you do it, you will leave a trail.


    She felt deeply for Wendy. "Joanna, I think you''re the one with the mental illness.


    You''re a mistress yourself, aren''t you? Do you want me to tell everyone what you''ve been doing?"