Wanda stood alongside our son and grandsons, their faces pale and worn with exhaustion.
Realizing I had been deceived, anger flared in me. I turned around, ready to leave, but Wanda blocked my path. "Ethan, please listen to me first."
"It’s not me who’s terminally ill. It’s Luigi."
"It was my idea for Feng'er to lie to you."
"I asked Lucas to lie to you. I knew you wouldn’t come otherwise."
I stared at her coldly: "Wanda Larson, we are divorced!"
"What do you want from me? Can’t you just let me go?"
Her tears fell freely now. "Ethan, in all the years we were married, I never begged you for anything. This is the first and the last time I’ll ask. "
"He doesn’t have much time left. The doctor said it could be any day now."
"I don’t want him to leave this world with regrets."
"Ethan, I beg you. I will even kneel."
"Just promise me you’ll allow our son and grandsons to change their surnames!"
"After this, they can be good sons and grandsons for him."
So, that was her true purpose!
Anger surged through me, my entire body trembling. Before I could say anything, Wanda suddenly dropped to her knees with a heavy thud.
But she was not alone. One by one, my son and grandsons gathered around her.