That year, I was ten years old. I watched my father move into the house with his mistress. My mother cried all day long, half sober and half obscured.
At that time, I didn't understand why my mother didn't divorce. When I was eighteen years old, my mother gave me 50% of the company's shares when she was sober.
I realized that I couldn't protect the tens of billions of assets at the age of ten and my mother couldn't protect them either. She could only rely on the affection between her and my father when she was young to protect me as I grew up.
While my heart was broken, I consumed my spirit to heal myself. My heart was stung by the sting of a wasp's tail.
I looked at Richard with a stern look, "Richard, is she so important? Why do you treat me like this?"
At that moment, I raised my head and let my tears flow into my chest.
My mother's tears told me that tearing in front of someone who didn't love you would only be cheaper than tap water.
Richard looked at me, "Quinni, I always thought you were a smart person. She won't threaten your position as Mrs. Hyes. At most, she maybe a little bit aggressive, but you don’t have to be doing the same, do you?"