A Divorce Make Me Rich

It was the first time she saw his body, but she didn’t expect it to be like this.

Mavis herself can’t even tell if she was feeling sorry or not, but in any case, it didn’t make her feel very comfortable.

She didn’t answer, but instead asked, “Aren’t you Mr. Callahan? The entire Callahan family belongs to you. Who would dare to harm you like this?”

“My background is more complicated than you can imagine, and as for these wounds,” he lowered his gaze in contemplation before finally summarizing, “I was foolish when I was young and offended the wrong people. I was sent to a high-level prison and retaliated against.”

Upon hearing him say this, Mavis had a recollection.

Lyra had hinted to her that Anthony had once done something to harm Malcolm, and was severely dealt with by him. However, after experiencing many things together, they eventually became friends and no longer held grudges from the past.

In this case, there was no need to feel sorry for him. He brought it upon himself.

Mavis only felt a brief moment of heartache for a few minutes. She withdrew her hand, turned away and refused to look at his heavily scarred body anymore.

As soon as she opened his mouth, she spoke with a strange tone, “Well, that’s what you deserve. You must not have been a good person when you were young. Otherwise, how could you have ended up with such a heavy sentence?”

Anthony just smiled and brushed off his past pain. He lightly brushed the back of his hand over her cheek and said, “Seeing me in such a sorry state, do you hate me even more? Do you want to run away from me? Want to escape far away?”

“You’re right, I… ”

Without giving her a chance to finish her harsh words, Anthony leaned over and kissed her passionately.

She struggled, not knowing how to reach the shower switch behind Anthony.

The torrent of water poured down, and they were soon drenched.

Anthony, however, was not going to let her go, kissing aggressively, not giving her any room to escape, and marking his territory inch by inch.

At that moment, the air around Mavis became thin, the sound of the shower was too loud in her ears, and the water temperature was unexpectedly just right – not too hot or cold.

In the intertwined breaths, she was like a drowning cat, unable to find an exit.

Until-

“Mommy! Daddy!! Wahhhhhh…”

The apartment was very small, and the crying of the little one can almost immediately be heard in the bathroom.

Even though the sound of the showerhead was loud, Mavis still heard it.

Like all reason had been summoned back, she almost exerted all her strength to push Anthony away, turned off the shower head and glared at him angrily.

“You’re like a hooligan, always forcibly kissing me!”

The accusatory voice was furious, and before Anthony could react, Mavis stomped hard on the back of his left foot.

“Hiss…” Anthony leaned against the wall, bent over, and twisted his eyebrows to hide the pain.

Mavis snorted, “You can take care of your own shower. I’m going to comfort Alistair.”

Alistair must have woken up and found himself alone in the room, thinking he had been abandoned by his parents. He cried bitterly.

The welfare of her son was the top priority for Mavis. She wiped off the water droplets on her body with a towel and left without looking back.

Anthony didn’t stop her because of his “leg injury”.

…

“Alistair, Mommy’s here.”

She sat back down on the bed, bent over to kiss her son’s forehead and lovingly caressed his cheeks.

Seeing her, Alistair’s mood eased a bit. He pouted pitifully and said, “I thought you didn’t want me anymore… wuwuwu… I’m a good boy. Don’t leave me behind…”

Perhaps he had another nightmare. He sobbed uncontrollably with tears streaming down his face.

Mavis kissed away his tears tenderly. “How could I not want you? You’re my precious baby boy! I can do without Anthony but not my little Alistair.”

Anthony limped over to open the bathroom door just as Mavis spoke those words. His expression turned dark when he heard them.

People always said that children were used to tie wives down. Why did Anthony feel like Alistair was tripping him up on his pursuit of Mavis?

He cleared his throat twice before speaking softly to indicate that he was there, “I can’t walk properly yet. Come help me out?”

But Mavis didn’t move or even acknowledge him with an eye roll that said he could handle it himself. She turned around again and held Alistair close while continuing to soothe him back into sleep, ignoring Anthony completely.

This annoying child should never have been brought along in the first place. They should have sent him back home instead!

Feeling frustrated all over again at this thought made Anthony scowl even more fiercely as he leaned against the bathroom door frame waiting for what felt like forever.

Ten minutes later…

The sound of breathing from both mother and child sleeping soundly filled the room so completely that it seemed as if they had forgotten about him entirely – no matter how hard or loudly he tried calling out their names!

He felt extremely uncomfortable all over, took a step with his left leg, intending to walk back to the bed, but then seemed to remember something. His left foot suddenly slipped and he fell to the ground.

As he fell, he accidentally knocked over the nearby storage rack, creating a loud noise that echoed through the dark night.

The commotion woke both the adult and the child on the bed. The little one rubbed his sleepy eyes, showing signs of being grumpy from being disturbed.

Mavis comforted Alistair with one hand and glanced over at Anthony on the floor, asking, “Having trouble walking from the bathroom to the bed?”

“Yes, I can’t walk,” Anthony replied, hanging his head and struggling to bear the pain in his injured left leg.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Mavis looked at him for a while, shaking her head speechlessly.

If he entered the entertainment industry, he could probably win an Oscar with his acting skills.

Let’s see how long this fool can keep up his act.

When their little one fell asleep again in a daze, she turned over and got out of bed to help Anthony.

Anthony leaned on her.

Because he had just taken a bath, his body was fragrant, his head lazily resting on her shoulder, as if there were no bones.

Mavis felt uncomfortable with this and said, “Don’t try to hit on me. I’m not interested in you right now.”

In one sentence, Anthony’s back stiffened and his eyes dimmed, “So, seeing my wretched body, you despise me, don’t you?”

What did this have to do with anything?

Mavis ignored him and didn’t answer until she had helped him onto the bed with great effort. Then she returned to her own half of the bed and fell asleep while holding their son.

Anthony stayed up all night and almost didn’t close his eyes until dawn.

The apartment life was plain and harmonious.

However, this harmonious life did not last long and only lasted for three days.

When Alistair went to kindergarten during the day, only Raymond and Moore came to the apartment for meals.

Without his bodyguards and Alistair, Raymond no longer concealed his attitude towards Anthony. He called out to him directly at the dinner table, “Hey, Anthony, how long do you plan on mooching off my sister? Acting like a big shot while someone else has to pay for a maid. Why should my sister take care of you for free?”

Anthony was eating slowly and calmly, with a cold expression on his face. No one bothered to pay attention to him.

Raymond became even angrier, “I’m talking to you and you’re treating me like air. Don’t you understand the importance of respecting others?”

Anthony casually picked at his food, “Respect is mutual.”

Raymond understood and coldly snorted, “Do you think I shouldn’t call your name? Do you want me to call you brother-in-law?”

He laughed sarcastically, not hiding his displeasure towards Anthony. “You’re about to divorce my sister. Why are you trying to act superior in front of me? Do you deserve to be called my brother-in-law?”

He continued, pointing to his left arm, which was still in a sling, “Besides, how could a brother-in-law be so heavy-handed with me? I almost got disabled because of you, and yet you haven’t apologized even until now.”

Anthony didn’t mince his words and replied coldly, “If you hadn’t acted first and had a better attitude, you wouldn’t have suffered this fate.”

Raymond was furious, “So it’s my fault now? Yes, I wanted to hit you, but I didn’t mean to hit you so hard.”

Changing the concept, refusing to admit mistakes, it was really too much.

As Anthony began to speak, he let out a soft grunt and interrupted himself. He furrowed his brow and bent down as if he was trying to endure some pain.

Mavis noticed this and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“My knee is hurting a bit,” Anthony replied.

The three people beside him who knew the truth watched silently as he put on an act.