Chapter 9
When I received the divorce certificate, it happened to be a beautiful day, but Geovanni was dressed in mourning clothes. I knew very well why he was so depressed, it was nothing but the business
matters.
He looked at me with a complicated expression in his eyes and said in a low voice, “Abby, even though we got divorced, if you need any help, I will still help you.”
I snorted coldly and said, “You need to change your tires first before I can ask for your help.”
“You better mind your own business and don’t come to me later asking for Warren’s living
expenses,” Geovanni said angrily, glaring at me several times before trying to calm his anger and nonchalantly walking away.
After the Stanley family saw the video of Warren attacking me, several antique porcelain pieces were shattered on the floor that same evening. Later, it was the old butler who bravely took them to the boxing gym, managing to save the remaining antique porcelain.
Geovanni always thought that the threshold of the Duncan family and the Stanley family was the same. In the past, I loved him too much and didn’t want his reputation to be damaged, so I secretly provided financial support to help him. This created an illusion for him that the Duncan family could still survive without the Stanley family.
But when the revenge of the Stanley family began to be implemented, he realized that he couldn’t
resist the anger coming from the Stanley family.
He was busy and overwhelmed every day, so he couldn’t take care of Warren for a while. Marilyn
volunteered to take care of Warren.
When I saw Warren again, it had already been a month, and his once fair and clean face was covered
in pimples, greasy and dirty, looking very unkempt.
When he saw me, his eyes lit up.
But when he saw that I was still holding the hand of a little girl, this joy turned into anger. He rushed towards us like a little missile and knocked the girl down to the ground. He angrily shouted at the girl, “Who do you think you are? Why are you stealing my mom!”
I quickly helped the girl up, checked her for any injuries, and then coldly stared at the angry Warren. “Apologize to Myla.”
Myla timidly held my hand and said, “How about… let it go.”
I comforted Myla by patting her hand and coldly said to Warren, “Apologize.”
When did Warren ever feel my indifference, or when someone scolded him, his mouth would pout and he would start crying.
In the past, when Warren cried, my heart would break, and I was willing to do anything to make him
happy.
Now I look back with cold eyes and realize that Warren never had tears in his eyes. He always used fake crying to manipulate me, but I was foolish in the past and was constantly deceived by him.
Myla said, “I want to eat fried chicken, please go back and make it for me.”
I understood that Myla wanted to change the subject, but seeing how mature she looked, I couldn’t help but feel even more sympathetic towards her.
Myla’s parents passed away, leaving her with only an elderly grandfather. She was very responsible from a young age, waking up early every day to help her grandfather cut pig grass. The two of them relied on each other for survival. However, a heavy snowstorm took away her grandfather’s life, geaving Myla all alone.
I unintentionally learned about Myla’s current situation from the newspaper. I had intended to come back after delivering the things, but when I saw Myla, who was sensible and well–behaved, thanking me, and nervously cleaning the only wooden stool in the house until it was spotless, I immediately decided that I wanted to adopt her.
So I brought Myla home and took her shopping.
Myla was also very sensible.
She didn’t want me to conflict with Warren, so she would rather endure this grievance.
But I didn’t want Myla to be mistreated.
I wanted to say something, but Warren suddenly burst into tears and said, “Are you angry with me because of this bastard? Just a bastard, why should I apologize?”
“Do you still want me as your son? If you don’t make this bastard kneel down and apologize to me, I
won’t recognize you anymore.”
I frowned, “I didn’t intend to have you as my son. I don’t have a child who wants to kill their
mother.”
