"I don't like her."
The woman was very candid. "Just seeing her makes me unhappy."
"Why does our family have another woman's child in it?"
"And you like her so much."
"You were already so busy with work, and the time you spent at home..."
"Enough!"
The man cut her off.
He didn't want to listen anymore.
He didn't want to understand this woman's twisted love at all.
"Sign it."
The man took a sheet of paper out of his bag and got straight to the point.
He and the woman had nothing left to say to each other.
The inexplicable illness she had now was the best punishment heaven could give her.
If she survived, she would be lucky.
If she didn't, he wouldn't gloat, but he wouldn't feel sad either.
If he weren't taking her illness into account, he would never have given her nothing more than a divorce agreement.
The woman instinctively reached out and took the paper.
Then her already pallid face turned even paler. "You... want to divorce me?"
At her words, the furious man suddenly found the situation a little funny, and he actually laughed.
"Ha."
"You think that after finding out what you did to Qiqi, I can just pretend nothing happened?"
"How can you even ask me that?"
"Do you still deserve to be Qiqi's mother?"
"I—"
The woman pressed her lips together, but the man immediately understood what she had been about to say.
The man curled his lips, his gaze icy. "Good."
"If you don't want to be Qiqi's mother, isn't this divorce agreement exactly what you need?"
"There's no need to thank me for being so considerate."
The woman's expression kept changing.
The man took a pen from his pocket and pressed it into the hand she