At the time, the divorce case of the Thompson Group''s CEO was a massive scandal.


    Because Frank had cheated and had illegitimate children, he was the at-fault party in the marriage. Emma demanded seventy percent of their marital assets.


    When Mrs. Thompson Sr. found out Emma was demanding a share of her son''s fortune, she flew into a rage. Like an agitated mother hen, she marched over to confront Emma, bringing her niece Carol and her grandchildren, Eden and Vanessa, with her.


    "Emma, you bitch! All thepany''s money was earned by my son alone! It will all belong to my grandson one day. You won''t get a single penny!"


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. said arrogantly, pointing a finger at Emma''s face.


    "You''re a barren hen who can''t eveny an egg! Why should my son waste his money supporting you? At least an old hen cany eggs. What''s the use of him spending so much money on you?"


    After she finished, she pulled Carol over and put her arms around her grandchildren, Eden and Vanessa.


    "Carol''s womb is much more useful. She slept with Frank just once and gave me this pair of precious grandchildren. If she were my daughter-inw, it wouldn''t take long for her to give me a whole litter of grandchildren."


    Emma looked at Carol and the two children she had with Frank, and the sight was incredibly jarring.


    "Since you''re so fertile, you can have Frank. A stud and a sow like you are a perfect match. I wish you many litters of piglets."


    "It''s smart of you to step aside, but if you think you''re getting my son''s money, you''ve got another thinging," Mrs. Thompson Sr. said, her hands on her hips like a shrew.


    "Frank''s money is marital property. Without my support, he never would have achieved his current sess. I have every right to my share."


    After speaking, Emma gave Carol and the two children a cold look.


    "Infidelity during the marriage, plus illegitimate children... If it weren''t for our years together, I could sue Frank for bigamy and send him to prison."


    Emma didn''t want to waste her breath on them. She turned to leave but was grabbed by Mrs. Thompson Sr.


    "You bitch! Not only do you want my son''s money, but you also want to send film to prison! I''ll kill you, you bitch! If you''re dead, you wont need his money!"


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. was a legally illiterate woman from the countryside who only knew how to throw tantrums.


    She grabbed Emma''s hair and raised her hand to p her, but fortunately, Frank arrived just in time to protect Emma.


    "Emma, are you okay? Are you hurt?"


    "Don''t touch me! Stop pretending to care!" Emma raised her hand and pped Frank across the face.


    "Frank, take your mother, your little mistress, and these two bastards of yours, and get out of my house," Emma said furiously.


    "Frank, are you okay? Does your face hurt?" Carol rushed to Frank''s side, looking concerned, and reached out to touch his face but he pushed her away in disgust


    "Bitch, how dare you hit my son! I''ll kill you!" Mrs. Thompson Sr. tried to attack again but was stopped by Frank.


    "Have you all made enough of a


    scene? Get out!" Frank yelled. Then he turned back to Emma, asking with concern if she had hurt.ber


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    Emma ignored him and walked straight upstairs.


    Frank had no choice but to send Mrs. Thompson Sr., Carol, and the others away first.


    As Mrs. Thompson Sr. left Emma''s vi, she was still cursing under her breath.


    Carol kept trying to get close to Frank, but he ruthlessly pushed her away each time.