I had nowhere to vent my anger, so I slammed the table heavily. The glass panel on the table shattered and my hand was injured and bleeding. Only then did Valery become a little scared and hugged herself, saying, "I'm telling you, don't touch me. If you dare do anything, my brother will kill you."
Valery wanted to say something else, but seeing my unpleasant expression and my tightly clenched fist, she was afraid that I would hurt her. Finally, she picked up her bag and phone and left the house.
Early the next morning, just as I finished breakfast and was about to go out, Valery, her brother Jarrett Wright, and many of her relatives came to the door, all of them angry, especially Jarrett.
Jarrett looked around and threw the vase on my table to the ground, saying, "I'm telling you, the Wright family are here. Don't you ever think about dragging Valery down? You can do whatever you want with the house. You can sell it or take out a loan, but now you must go with me to the Family Court to get a divorce."
The surrounding relatives nodded and shouted.
"That's right, Valery is not even thirty yet. She can't be left without a place to live in the future."