Chapter 4

Mark’s relatives acted like they were morally superior, treating me like some kind of criminal.

Seeing my parents looking worried again, I called hospital security and had everyone escorted out.

The hospital room finally quieted down. My mom seemed like she wanted to ask something, but I gave her a reassuring look.

"Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone push me around."

Meanwhile, my annual bonus had come through. After covering my parents’ hospital bills and other expenses, I still had $3 million left.

I planned to use the money to take my parents on a world trip and hired a lawyer to draw up divorce papers.

Mark called several times, saying they’d forgive me if I came back, apologized, and agreed to their demands.

I scoffed, but I still went back.

Not to back down, but to cut all ties with their family for good.

Mark wasn’t home when I arrived. Brenda and Tiffany were on the couch, munching snacks with trash all over the floor.

When they saw me, Brenda spoke sarcastically.

"Oh, you finally decided to come back? Hurry up and sweep the floor and clean the kitchen."

I ignored her and went into the bedroom.

While packing my suitcase, I could hear their conversation from the living room—obviously meant for me to hear.

"It’s all my brother’s fault for being too soft. He’s spoiled Sarah rotten."

"But since she’s back, at least she knows her place. This time we need to teach her a lesson so she never forgets who’s in charge."

I didn’t respond. Tiffany had come to stand beside me at some point.

"What's this?"

Tiffany reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out three airline ticket confirmations.

When she saw the destination was Sanya, Tiffany started laughing.

"Looks like you're planning a family trip to apologize, huh? At least you have some sense."

"But why only three tickets? Guess you know you don't deserve to come. When we get back from Sanya, I expect that villa to be bought already."

Tiffany kept rambling, even calculating how much money she should ask for new clothes.

I ignored her and went into her room.

Tiffany's room was full of designer clothes, bags, and makeup—all things I'd bought for her.

Since we were getting divorced, I was definitely taking all this stuff back.

Tiffany looked confused until she saw me packing up her things. Then she rushed over to block me.

"Sarah, are you crazy? What do you think you're doing with my stuff?"

"Your stuff?" I scoffed. "I bought all this."

Tiffany stared at me defiantly with her head held high.

"So what if you bought them? They're with me now, so they're mine! Don't touch my things, or my brother will deal with you when he gets home!"

I pulled the divorce papers from my bag without expression.

"Fine."

"I'm waiting for him to get back so we can get divorced."

Brenda heard the noise and ran in. When she saw the divorce papers, her face showed pure disbelief.

"Sarah, have you lost your mind? You actually want a divorce!"

I looked at the two of them, their faces showing different expressions, and said clearly, "Yes, I'm getting a divorce, and I'm taking back everything that belongs to me."

"And those three tickets are for me and my parents."

"You people... don't deserve to go!"

After that, I ignored Brenda and Tiffany, dropped the divorce papers, and dragged my suitcase out.

As I left, I could still hear Brenda and Tiffany shouting hysterically.

"You'll regret this!"

"Sarah, my brother won't let you get away with this!"