Regret After Divorce
After seeing off Scarlett and the others, I entered the house, leaning on my cane, and pulled out my phone to call Everett.
The moment the call connected, I bellowed, “You brat! You didn’t tell me about Scarlett’s pregnancy! Looks like Pikachu’s little brother is getting restless!”
“You already know?”
“What? How long did you plan to keep this from me?” I was so furious, steam practically shot out of my nostrils. “If Scarlett hadn’t suddenly thrown up after dinner tonight, I’d still be in the dark! Just tell me—fine, you didn’t tell me about the divorce, but your ex-wife is pregnant after the divorce, and you still kept it from me? You little brat! Tell me, what the hell were you thinking?”
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