Blood once again trickled down from the corner of her forehead, but she spoke with a cold and steady voice.
"Bill Best, I promise you, I'll divorce you."
5.
I hurried to stop the bleeding again, ready to take her to the hospital, but my mother stubbornly insisted on staying to negotiate with them.
Judy's face lit up with joy.
My father let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief and spoke in a tone that brooked no argument, "Let's end things amicably. Since you're at fault, you leave with nothing. I won't spread the sordid details of your affairs, and Arthur will stay with me."
My mother's face was pale, but suddenly she seemed invigorated, her tone resolute.
"I can leave with nothing, but Arthur must stay with me."
Judy quickly interjected, "Glad you see reason. When do we finalize the divorce?"
I sneered, "Can't wait, can you? Leaving with nothing? That's not happening."
My father glared at me, "Adults are talking. Stay out of it."
I stared back at him, "Dad, divorce is fine, but the company goes to my mom. If you don't agree, there will be no divorce."
My mother looked at me in surprise, and I subtly signaled her not to give in.