"Then you'd better find him a nutritionist soon. If not, have Mr. Skyler learns it. I've got a detailed meal plan. After all, we're getting divorced soon."
There was a loud clatter as Fiona slammed the fruit knife onto the plate, the scraping sound jarring.
She then stood up and walked towards me, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the second floor.
"Zion, have I been too easy on you lately? How dare you bring up divorce at any time? Do you think I really wouldn't divorce you?"
Of course, she dared to divorce me. She had no feelings for me. The only reason she hadn't was to give Weston a complete family.
I suppressed my emotions and asked him calmly.
"Did Weston tell you that? That he needs me. Why don't you ask him yourself and see if he wants us to divorce?"
As soon as I finished speaking, Weston's disdainful voice drifted over.
"Mommy, I've wanted you to divorce him for a long time. I don't like him. I like Uncle Mason."
Mason, who had followed Weston over, quickly covered Weston's mouth.
"Kids shouldn't say things like that. You'll hurt your daddy's feelings."
That's what he said, but the delight in his eyes couldn't be concealed.