Chapter 1710
âSure, I left you, and our living conditions took a dive, but don't worry your pretty little head. My
daughter and I won't starve. What are you doing here? Spit it out or skedaddle; don't you dare
interrupt our supper!â
Thaddeus felt pain in his chest after hearing his usually gentle wife snap at him like this. He sighed,
took a seat, and softened his tone a bit. âAlright, have you finished your tantrum yet? We're not
spring chickens anymore, so why are you acting so damn stubborn? Finish up this junk food and
come home with me.â
Bertha held a half-eaten pizza in her hand.
Then she had to put it down to fire back at him. âThaddeus, did you not hear what I said the other
day, or did you simply choose to ignore it?!"
Thaddeus looked innocent. âWhen have I ever ignored what you said? Bertha, can't we just stop this
nonsense?"
Bertha took a sip from her daughter's soda. âI told you that I want a divorce. Have you forgotten? If
we're getting a divorce, we obviously need to start by living separately. Why should I go back with
you?â
Thaddeus frowned. âDivorce? Bertha, we don't have any marital problems. Why on earth would we
get a divorce? I admit I was in a bad mood that day and didn't speak kindly to you and Lea, but
surely that's not a reason to actually divorce me.â
Bertha laughed sarcastically. âA minor issue? You still think the reason I'm upset is some minor
inconvenience to you. Thaddeus, what have I gained from being with you all these years? Everyone
thinks I'm living a life of luxury because I'm with you, but what luxury have I enjoyed? Can you tell
me?â
Thaddeus opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Bertha glared at him. âCan't find the words, can you? Because you know better than anyone that life
with you hasn't been a walk in the park.
Your eldest daughter has always believed that I married you for your money and status, and sheâs
been condescending and awful to me for years. I've always tried to keep the peace for you and curry
her favor, hoping to be a good stepmother.
But how does your daughter treat our daughter? She's always seen Lea as a threat, thinking that I
had Lea to compete with her for the inheritance. I've always taught Lea not to bicker with her sister
and not to compete with her.
Lea is a good girl. She's never thought about fighting with Sophia over anything. But you, as a
father, just take it for granted. You make it seem like if she doesn't fight, she doesn't get anything.
You're in such a hurry to hand over all the assets to Sophia. It's like you're afraid that when Lea
comes of age, things will get messy. Are you afraid that Lea will change her mind and fight with
your precious firstborn?
Well, let me tell you, Lea and I don't care for your stuff, but your blatant favoritism is infuriating!â
With a stern face, Thaddeus tried to interject.
However, Bertha cut him off. âI'm sure you think I'm hypocritical now. I said I didn't want anything,
and now I'm angry because you're not giving me anything, right?
Well, think whatever you like! I'm determined to divorce you and fight for everything that should
belong to Lea! Then I'll respect her wishes, donate it to those in need, and let her accumulate good
karma! I can bear the burden, but my daughter can't!â
Thaddeusâ face showed a range of mixed emotions. He pulled out a cigar case from his pocket, took
out a cigar, and was about to light it.
Suddenly, Bertha snatched the cigar from his mouth and tossed it into the trash. âIf you want to
smoke, go outside! This pigeon coop may not be to your liking, but it's my friend's beloved home!
Don't stink up my friend's furniture! I donât want my daughter to be harmed by your second-hand
smoke!â