Looking at Susan’s self-righteous attitude, it’s hard to imagine how she would react if she knew the dead man was her father.
Seeing I didn’t say anything, Susan continued:
“To be honest, I’ve long felt your father’s face showed he had a short life. Even if he hadn’t died in the accident, he wouldn’t have lived long.”
“Be content with the twenty thousand you can get now!”
“Hurry up and take the money. Buy something tomorrow and go to the company to apologize to Michael. Let’s call it a day.”
After saying that, Susan left the money and turned away.
Watching Susan’s resolute back,
I suddenly realized that the lawyer who once fought for justice had become corrupt.
This marriage, too, should end.
The next day, I drafted the divorce agreement and went to her law firm.
Upon entering the office, I saw Susan, who suffers from severe mysophobia, kneeling on one knee, gently massaging Michael’s foot.
The look in her eyes was a tenderness I had never seen before. Upon seeing me, Michael immediately feigned panic.
“Chris, don’t misunderstand. I sprained my foot, and Susan was kindly massaging it.”
He pulled his foot back, tugged at Susan, and said anxiously,