“Susan, please explain! I don’t want to lose my job…”
Susan patted his back lovingly, soothing him softly.
“Don’t be afraid. He came to apologize.”
She glanced at me with disdain and said coldly, “Didn’t I ask you to buy something? Why are you empty-handed?”
“You’re old, and you can’t even say sorry?”
Not wanting to say more, I coldly pulled the divorce agreement from my bag and handed it to Susan.
“Sign it. Divorce.”
Susan stared at the agreement, stunned. Then she frowned angrily, “What are you doing?”
“You know my dad only recognizes you as his son-in-law. He’ll never agree to our divorce.”
“Aren’t you doing all this just to get my dad to scold me?”
It turns out she still has her father in her heart. I forced a bitter smile and said coldly, “Your father won’t be able to scold you anymore.”
Susan’s expression shifted slightly, and she asked, “What do you mean?”
My face was heavy: “Go home and see for yourself.”
Susan glared at me impatiently: “Stop playing tricks on me.”
“It’s just that your father died. Why are you still going on and on?”
“Get out of here! Don’t embarrass me in my company. I won’t divorce you!”