Hearing that, Mr. Wilsonpletely lost it.


    He red at Melissa Grant, furious. The thing he hated most in his life was being called a freeloader.


    In his mind, the worst kind of scumbag was a man who not only lived off a woman but acted entitled to it.


    A ssic gold-digger who marries up.


    He had relied on her family''s power to build hispany, but that didn''t mean he wanted it brought up in public.


    Because he hated it so much, people always used it against him. And now, after what he''d done, everyone would say he was ungrateful.


    "Melissa Grant, what the hell are you talking about? No wonder the children don''t like you. When did you be so vicious? You weren''t like this before. You had a bad temper, but you were never so petty."


    Mrs. Wilson faced him calmly, her anger gone. "I''m not being vicious; I''m telling the truth. The children don''t like me not because my parenting was wrong, but because of your woman on the side. I was strict because I wanted them to have a good future. Their lives are long, after all. But what about your mistress?"


    "Everything I forbade, she encouraged. I didn''t want my children hanging out in ces like bars, but she supported it. How was I supposed to raise them properly like that? I couldn''t!"


    "And since both children are so annoyed by my temper, and think my strictness means I don''t love them, then let the person who ''loves'' them so much raise them."


    "So, I''m setting you all free. Please, sign the papers."


    Today, she would give this bastard no way out. After the divorce, she would be a free woman.


    Evelynfound this new version of her mother unsettling. When her mother used to be strict, she found her annoying. Now that her mother was giving up on them, she wasn''t as happy as she expected to be. Instead, she felt a sense of unease.


    Mr. Wilson was unwilling to sign. He wasn''t that eager to marry Sophia either.


    That woman had no merits other than her talent for catering to his every need. She was maniptive, calcting, and skilled at ying people.


    Melissa Grant, on the other hand, was straightforward.


    She said what she meant. You never had to guess what she was thinking.


    He put on a fawning smile. "Melissa, since you''re okay, let''s just go home. I promise


    I''ll change my ways. We can be a happy family again."


    This time, Evelynsaid nothing. She just watched her mother''s hands, which were hanging at her sides, clench into tight fists.


    Mrs. Wilson shook her head with a smile, her tone devoid of emotion. "Wilson, just sign it. First of all, you''re nothing but a leech who''s been living off my family for years. Second, as a man and a husband, you have no sense of responsibility. Third, you have a violent temper and constantly berated me. My temper was bad because the kids wouldn''t listen and because you were out carousing."


    "I''d like to actually enjoy my life for once, and staying with this family is nothing but a drain on my soul. I''m an aplished woman. I shouldn''t have to live so humbly. I am my own person first, before I am yourwife or your children''s mother. But have even been myself. Why should I continue to serve your entire family?"


    "Hurry up and sign. I have my legal


    team and a notary standing by to finalize everything immediately. The evidence of your infidelity is


    conclusive as the proof that the children want to live with you We


    can process this directly. After


    today, you and I will have nothing


    more to do with each other."


    Livestream Chat:


    [Sign it, you scumbag!]


    [Mrs. Wilson is right. They pushed her into bing like this. It''s like she let a wolf


    into her house.]


    The entire livestream was demanding a divorce.


    Mr. Wilson had his pride. All the hallmarks of a scumbag were on full disy, but he


    still had his ego. In a fit of rage, he signed his name.