Listening to Mia distorting right and wrong, my anger from the bottom of my heart was about to burst out.
"Even if she doesn't do any work, those two children are still yours, right? She gave birth to a son for your family. She is the great contributor to your family."
Sherry took over the conversation and started repeating old words. Sons were always the treasure sword.
Mia listened to this and felt no shame at all. Instead, tears were forced out, just like a wronged girl.
"Mom, please stop. Some people just have no ability and no conscience. He can't support his wife and children, but blame women for not taking care of the family. I don't want to live anymore. I'd rather die."
Mia burst into tears and fell into her mom's arms.
And the two children stood in front of Mia like eagles, saying, "Don't bully my mom!"
I looked at my two children with anger in my eyes, as if they were enemies.
Over the years, my mom, who took care of their daily life, had become an old woman, and I, who worked hard outside all day, had became the father who bullied their mom. Mia had really became their beloved mom. It was ironic.
"I want to divorce your mom. Who will you follow? Speak up."