When Emma was born, my in-laws took her away, claiming it was to give me and Daniel time to bond and then quickly try for a son who could one day inherit the family estate.
For years, I was forced to drink bitter herbal medicines, enduring their constant scorn. How could I have time to bond with Emma?
Clutching the hem of my clothes tightly, I said firmly,
“I want a divorce. I don’t want anything—not even custody of the child. All you need to do is sign.”
Daniel froze, clearly not expecting me to say that.
His expression darkened, anger flickering in his eyes.
“Sophia, do you even know what you’re saying?”
“I don’t have time to argue with you. The company needs me—I’m leaving.”
Chloe cast me a triumphant look.
“Madam, you really shouldn’t throw around divorce so casually. You don’t have a job, and the CEO is working this hard just to give you and Emma a good life.”
“That U.S. company is still waiting for us. We’re leaving.”
Once again, I blocked the doorway.
“I told you, the divorce agreement must be signed today. I don’t care how important the deal is. If you don’t sign, you’re not leaving.”
Just then, a figure appeared.
Mr. Robert Collins, who had been in the piano room, walked out.