Chapter 2

The young man was convinced that I was just a freeloader, so he didn't even bother to speak to me politely.

I looked at him as he reached out to take back his employee badge.

Rubbing the badge between my fingers a couple of times, I raised an eyebrow.

"You think I live off her?" I asked.

"Are you not? Ms. Thompson works so hard. You're not worthy of her. Get lost. Don't come around the company again, or you'll just piss her off," he warned.

With that, he snatched the badge from my hand and clipped it back onto his collar, turning to leave. I watched his back and sneered. Everyone had been saying that I was living off Pamela.

However, they didn't know that back when Pamela's company was just starting and struggling with cash flow, my family was the one who put up three million dollars to save it from going under.

When things started getting on track, Pamela worked herself to the bone. To keep her from drinking so much and to smooth the road for her, I had reached out to some of my dad's friends in private.

We had channeled a flood of orders into her company. That was how she rose to success and became a powerful woman in the industry.

Now that the company was stable, she looked down on me.

Pamela must've forgotten how humble she had been when she begged me for help.

It had only been three years. She probably assumed my family had fallen on hard times because she saw us move from a villa to a luxury condominium, then to a smaller three-bedroom house.

I couldn't help but laugh. My parents just thought that the villa was too big and too empty for the two of them, so they moved to the current house.

However, they still owned the villa and condominium.

When I got home, I went straight in.

Seeing me, my mom asked, "Why are you alone? Where's Pam?"

"Mom, Dad, I'm getting a divorce," I revealed.

My mom was startled. "What? That's so sudden. Have you really thought this through?"

My dad's face darkened. "You've been married for three years, and now you want a divorce? Is it because we pushed her too hard about having a kid?"

I took a drag of my cigarette and let out a long sigh. "She thinks I live off her and am not good enough for her anymore."

At that, both of my parents burst out laughing.

"She probably thinks we've gone broke. You're not working, and now that she's achieved her goals by using you, she wants to toss you aside. Is she seeing someone else?" they asked.

I nodded. "More or less."

Emotional cheating was still cheating. Even if I wasn't entirely sure, the way Pamela treated the young man made it obvious. They were way too close to be just coworkers.

My mom slammed her hand on the table. "She's cheating, yet she has the nerve to look down on you? In that case, I support the divorce!"

I was a bit taken aback, but my mom looked at me and reassured me, "Don't worry. We're not the type to cling to someone. We don't need anything from her company, and we've still got some capital on hand."

My dad pulled me into the study and handed me a stack of documents. When I opened them, I was shocked. "Dad, you guys still have this much?"

My dad grinned smugly. "Of course. You think we'd go into business without the skills to back it up? We help in emergencies, not poverty. The three million dollars we gave her was like pocket change for us. If I dumped 300 million dollars on her, she'd come running and suck us dry.

"Originally, your mom and I just wanted her to appreciate the help and live a good life with you. I never thought she'd be such an ingrate—she turned her back on us as if we were nothing. Well, we don't owe her anything. Go all out. We don't need someone like her."

With my parents backing me up, I finally felt at ease. Since we had the money, I decided to go all in.