"Oh, then don't acknowledge us."
"Good, you understand. Now hurry up and..."
Halfway through, Chen Haitang realized something was wrong, and the rest of her words refused to come out.
She looked at Steward Chen in confusion.
He calmly walked into the study and brought out a contract.
"I thought it over. We've given you so many things and so much money over the years, yet you treat your mother and me like enemies. I suppose being our daughter must feel terribly stifling."
"So your mother and I gave it careful thought and drew up this document severing our relationship."
"Once you sign and put your thumbprint on it, we'll have nothing more to do with each other."
With that, Steward Chen took out a three-hundred-tael silver note and handed it to her.
"This money is over two years' income from the fertile farmland in my name. I didn't have to give you any of it, but since your two daughters are still little, consider it a red-envelope gift for them. Take it."
Thinking of his two granddaughters gave Steward Chen another headache.
One was five and the other seven, each more arrogant, domineering, and spiteful than the other. Neither had a gate on her mouth; they dared to say anything.
Considering their parents and the environment they lived in, Steward Chen knew they were probably beyond straightening out.
He no longer wanted to worry about these matters. He would simply focus on his eldest son's and eldest daughter's families and help them live well.
Chen Haitang stared at the things before her, her chest heaving.
"What do you mean by this? I'm your daughter, and you're fobbing me off with three hundred taels? You, Chen! Do you have any conscience at all?"
"Shut your filthy mouth!"
Steward Chen, who