Chapter 4

So early the next morning, I went back to pack my things.

Vanessa's relatives were all sitting together. It looked like they were preparing to gang up on me again.

I could still clearly remember how ugly their words had been in my previous life.

"You've already done such a shameless thing. Why are you still making trouble about divorce?"

"If you didn't like attracting trouble, why would anyone kidnap you?"

"If you have any humanity left, just live your life quietly and stop making a scene!"

With a clang, I pushed the door open.

The anxiety on Vanessa's face instantly cleared.

But she controlled the curve of her lips and still put on an arrogant front in front of me.

"You still have the nerve to come back! Because you didn't come home yesterday, no one changed Dad's diaper. His thighs are red and raw.

"Go kneel to him and apologize, and I'll let bygones be bygones and reluctantly forgive you."

I swept my cold gaze over the room. After only one day away, the house already reeked of urine.

The table was piled with greasy bowls and plates.

Her relatives said in a mocking tone, "Miles Lawson, you're a graduate of a famous university, aren't you? How can you have no conscience at all? There's a whole pile of work at home, but you ran off to your parents' place to enjoy yourself."

"Selfish, lazy, and completely inconsiderate of your wife. Throwing a tantrum here!"

"Beware Aiden doesn't stay close to you later. He won't take care of you when you're old!"

Every sentence stabbed straight into my heart.

The old, cowardly me always cried after being humiliated by them.

But now, I merely raised my hand and pushed away Aunt Marsha, who had almost pressed herself against me.

I spat out one word. "Move."

Her face darkened at once, and she was just about to roll up her sleeves and curse at me.

Then my father-in-law's wailing voice rang out, shrill and muffled, like an old dog on its last breath.

"Miles Lawson! You bastard, why aren't you coming to wipe me down?

"What sin did our family commit for our daughter to marry an animal like you?

"Haven't you embarrassed us enough with that filthy mess of yours? Everyone knows what you did now. If I were you, I'd have crawled into a hole and died!"

Even now, I still did not understand why he was so vicious to me.

In my previous life, he had been paralyzed for decades. I was the one who wiped his filth, changed his diapers, and cleaned his body.

I gave him care and dignity.

His daughter would not even pour him a glass of water.

His grandson avoided his room like the plague.

But he never dared say a word to them. He only dared hurl abuse at me.

Seeing that I was silent, Vanessa thought I was afraid and became even more pleased with herself.

"From now on, you'll stay home obediently and take care of the old man and the child. We'll pretend that incident never happened, and I won't despise you for it."

Her shameless face made my stomach roll.

My son and those relatives also pressed closer.

"Dad, Mom has already been kind enough. Take the way out she's giving you. Stop acting tough."

"Miles, just live properly. Don't make Vanessa truly abandon you, or you'll have nowhere to cry."

One after another, they acted as if they were giving me a way down.

In reality, they were terrified that I would divorce. They knew Vanessa would never find another fool like me.

Someone willing to sacrifice himself and work like a mule for this family.

I did not respond. I simply took out the divorce agreement I had prepared and slapped it in front of them.

"Let's divorce."

In an instant, the room fell dead silent.

Vanessa's face darkened. She clenched her teeth, tore the agreement to pieces like a madwoman, and pointed at me.

"He's lost his mind. Send him to a psychiatric hospital for treatment for a while, and he'll be fine."

As she spoke, she and the others surged forward, faces twisted as they grabbed at me.

My heart leaped into my throat.

She was trying to repeat the old trick.

I immediately struggled with all my strength and shouted, "Let me go! I'm not sick!"

My son looked at me helplessly, standing there in conflict.

My father-in-law clapped gleefully from his bed.

"Lock him up for a few days! Cure that cheap temper of his!"

Ignoring my struggles, Vanessa dragged me all the way to the car.

Seeing the neighbors watching, she put on a helpless tone.

"He's gone mad because of that accident. We're taking him to get checked."

As she spoke, she tightened her arm around my neck and tried to shove me into the car.

My heart pounded like thunder. My face turned purple from lack of air. Just when everything was about to repeat itself, a sharp police siren suddenly sounded.

With a piercing screech of brakes, the police intercepted Vanessa's car.