Chapter 8
Sylvia, panicked, quickly said, “I’m different from you! You married Jeffrey for money. I didn’t–I did it for love!
“Jeffrey, just sign the papers. I know you’ll make a comeback. I don’t need any of that money; all I want is you. Love isn’t measured by wealth.”
“I’ll stand by you from the ground up. I’ll give you three sons and put an end to this ‘one heir per generation‘ tradition of the Davis family!”
Watching Jeffrey and Sylvia gaze at each other with such devotion, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Indeed, the Davis line of single heirs is about to end. Congratulations to both of you. Now hurry up and sign.”
My nonchalant attitude clearly irked Jeffrey. “Stop pretending. I know your heart is shattered. If you want to cry, I won’t laugh at you.”
Sylvia nodded in agreement. “That’s right. When you’re alone and childless, Jeffrey and I will make sure our kids occasionally visit you at the nursing home, as a way to thank you for letting us be together.”
Jeffrey nodded in satisfaction and signed his name.
Lucy, infuriated, added, “Visit her? You’re too kind–hearted! People like her never meet a good end.”
“Justice is fair–she was born with this misfortune because of her own sins. That’s why she can’t have children and will suffer a lonely life.”
I nodded along indifferently. “Yes, yes, childless people are cursed to die miserably, lonely, and bring misfortune to their whole family.”
After all, it’s not me who’s infertile; it’s your son.
As evening fell, I pointed toward the door, gesturing them out. “Alright, time to go. See you in the morning. And don’t pretend to be too embarrassed to come back for the divorce.”
