6

When I returned to my mother, it was already past three in the morning.

My mother didn't ask me many questions as I looked haggard. She just hugged me tightly and let me cry as much as I wanted in her warm arms.

Until I was tired of crying, she just whispered to comfort me and coaxed me to sleep. It was not until I woke up the next day that I saw my mother's red eyes. She knew very well that only when I suffered a great injustice would I rush home in the early morning.

Now, my mood has gradually improved and I can tell my mother everything calmly.

After hearing this, tears rolled down my mother's face again.

"How dare he treat my precious child like this?"

At this time, it was my turn to comfort my mother.

Finally, my mother only said one thing to me: "I will always support your decision."

I tried hard to force a smile to reassure my mother that I could handle my own affairs.

It wasn't until the third day after I returned home that Ethan called me.

"I'm so tired. I'll be home soon. Make me a steak, but don't put any butter in it."

His commanding tone disgusted me.

Without waiting for me to say anything, he hung up the phone, and I was too lazy to pay any more attention to him.

These days, I went out with my mother to sketch and learn flower arrangement from time to time. My life is much more fulfilling than before. Half an hour later, Ethan 's phone rang again. I threw the phone aside after answering it, and waved the paintbrush in my hand without stopping.

Faintly, I seemed to hear Ethan 's roar, but the sound of the paintbrush falling soon drowned out his noise. Ethan hung up the phone and called again. After repeating this for more than ten times, he finally stopped.

What followed was a barrage of information.

"Luna, are you done yet? You just took care of my friend. Can't I have my own circle of friends when I'm with you?"

"How many times have I told you that Vivian has no one to take care of her here? She only has me!"

"I'm warning you. You have three minutes to call me back, and you'd better promise me that you will apologize to Vivian, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

Messages came one after another, accompanied by his phone bombardment.

Of course, I ignored all of them. My mood now is as peaceful and beautiful as my paintings.

After the sketching was finished, my mother asked me to go home with her.

I glanced at the two messages and then didn't bother to pay attention to them anymore.

Until I exited the interface and saw the last message.

"Do you really want to get a divorce? I warn you not to regret it!" Finally, I saw a message that interested me.

I have no intention of knowing what Ethan has been doing these past two days, nor do I care how tired he is taking care of Vivian, and I don't want to know when he found out that I wanted a divorce.

All I care about is whether he can agree to divorce.

"Contact me after you sign it."

I replied with a message.

The reason I didn't block him was to wait for him to divorce me, otherwise why would I make myself unhappy?

A moment later, the phone rang again.

I threw my phone into the back seat without even looking at it, and drove home with my mother, chatting and laughing all the way.

"There's no way I'm going to agree to a divorce."

Ethan sent a final message, with a divorce agreement attached that he tore up and threw in the trash.

I flipped through it and saw some of his self-righteous apologies.

For example, he said he would balance his time with me and Vivian in the future, and other bullshit like that.

"nerve."

I shook my head, got off the car and went to the printing shop to print out a divorce agreement.