"Why doesn't he go to hell? Why?"

As soon as they returned to the Thompson's villa, Quella could no longer hold back her anger.

"Kick that loser out, kick him away from Thompson's house."

She pointed at Francis who hadn't entered the door and roared, "Out, as far away as possible."

In public, Francis laid it bare of the fake painting, not only humiliating Jason but also embarrassing her as the hostess.

Even a loafer could find that was fake, but she and Sam failed to notice. Didn't that mean they were no better than a loser?

Quella couldn't tell everyone that she was deliberately partial to Jason.

Of course, what really angered her was that Pepino melon.

It was worth three million yuan.

It could prolong life.

Such a valuable item was eaten by Francis alone.

That was supposed to be a gift for Sam and her.

Quella regretted it greatly.

It was no different from a three-million-yuan lottery washed away by her with a laundry machine.

She was humiliated, angry, and aggrieved.

But she didn't blame Jason and Hedy but hated the disobedient Francis.

"Get lost, you hear me?"

Quella screamed at Francis, "Thompson Family doesn't need an ungrateful wolf like you."

Showing a helpless look, Sam wanted to say something but remained silent in the end.

Sick of the noise, Francis didn't enter the door.

After cultivating Tai Chi Sutra and controlling the Life and Death Jade, he gradually became confident and composed.

"Mom, I didn't do anything wrong."

Instead of being cowardly as usual, Francis spoke naturally, "That painting was from my brother-in-law rather than me. He offered you a counterfeit, and you should blame him."

"And that Pepino melon, you said it's rubbish in the first place."

Francis faced Quella's fierce gaze calmly, "No matter how bad you feel, you shouldn't blame me."

"Do you think I'm too foolish to tell that the painting is fake and that Pepino melon is real?"

"I saw them through at a glance."

Quella snapped, "But on that occasion, can I humiliate your brother-in-law in public?"

"You can't humiliate my brother-in-law but can do it to me?"

Francis teased, "It's not fair to turn the facts upside down."

Rosie couldn't help frowning, finding Francis different now.

"Humiliating you? Does a live-in son-in-law even have a reputation?"

Quella became even more furious, "How can you compare with your brother-in-law?"

"You are nothing but a househusband. How can you compare with a boss like your brother-in-law?"

"Jason gives Thompson Family hundreds of thousands each year, and you spend the same amount of money. You tell me?"

"It's an honor for you to be humiliated, you ungrateful wolf."

She pointed at Francis and bellowed, "Honor, understand?"

Quella took it for granted that Francis should endure all oppression and injustice. Any form of resistance was outrageous.

Francis smiled, stopped talking, and glanced at Rosie, hoping that she could justify him.

He was not afraid of turning hostile against Quella in public but hoped to have another one on his side.

He wanted to prove that he had a wife.

Rosie glanced back indifferently and a little impatiently, "Enough, stop your arguing in the middle of the night."

"Francis, apologize to mom."

"Anyhow, mom is a senior, and it's your fault to anger her."

Rosie sided with her mother in the end, "Come and apologize to mom."

Sam chimed in, "Francis, apologize."

Quella pointed to the outside and roared, "I don't need his apology. I need him to get out."

Francis took a step forward and said blandly, "Mom, I want to divorce Rosie."

"Great..." Quella blurted out her answer, "Divorce is..." During her speech, she felt a shiver down her spine, "What did you say?"

Francis repeated it, "I want to divorce Rosie."

Divorce?

The whole family fell into deadly silence.

Quella and others looked shockingly at Francis.

No one had expected such a request from him.

In their views, Francis would kneel and cry for forgiveness.

After all, Francis was worthless, jobless, and even relied on their financial support to cure Betty's disease.

In the end, he wanted to divorce Rosie.

His words shocked and upset everyone.

Rosie also looked dumbfounded, "You... want to divorce me?"

"Meeting and parting as friends."

Francis said indifferently, "For Thompson Family, my value of driving away the ill-fortune is already gone. If I stay, I will be an eyesore for you."

"Rosie, bring your residence booklet to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow. We'll get divorced."

He was completely disillusioned by Rosie's attitude just now.

She had never deemed him her husband. It was all his own wishful thinking.

His memory flashed back to their first encounter 18 years ago.

It was just that people would change. That willful yet righteous little girl had long gone... "Divorce?"

Quella came to her senses and laughed over anger, "How dare a loafer pull a long face and request for divorce? Who do you think you are?"

In the past few months, she had constantly asked Rosie to divorce Francis, but her plan was held off by various accidents.

Quella was all eager to kick Francis out.

But now she no longer held that thought.

Because it was Francis who requested it.

It was a disgrace not only to her daughter but Thompson Family as well.

"What makes you think you have the right to request a divorce."

Quella pointed at Francis angrily, "Without Thompson Family, you will be starved in two days, loser."

Francis's eyes remained calm, "Divorce, I don't want to have any relationship with Thompson Family anymore."

He didn't want any relationship with Thompson Family?

Quella laughed over anger, "Fine, divorce, you will have it."

"I won't mention that 500,000 yuan."

"In the past year, you eat, drink, and live with Thompson Family, and that makes you owe us a big favor."

She suddenly raised her voice, "If you want a divorce, fine, pay off the debt first."

Francis said calmly, "How do you suggest?"

"Oceans Chamber of Commerce owes my Breeze Clinic two million yuan for goods."

Quella sneered, "Since you are so capable and courageous, you demand their payment tomorrow."

"If you can bring back the money, I'll let Rosie divorce you right away."

She left no way out for Francis, "Or, you can do hard labor, sell blood, or be a pimp to pay off the debt."

Rosie changed countenance, "Mom..." "Shut up!"

Quella interrupted Rosie, stared at Francis, and asked coldly, "Is there a problem?"

Francis nodded, "No problem."

Then he silently walked through the hall, went on the second floor, and got into Rosie's bedroom.

The bedroom was a suite. There was a small hall and a backroom behind the former.

Rosie lived inside while Francis slept on the sofa in the hall.

Despite the near distance, Francis had never been to the back room, not to mention having any form of intimacies with Rosie in the past year.

From time to time, Quella scorned him as a watchdog.

For countless times, Francis wanted to sleep in the king-size bed in the backroom.

But over time he was more and more aware that it was just an unattainable fantasy.

What happened tonight further strengthened his determination to let go... As soon as he sat down on the sofa, Rosie pushed open the door and got in menacingly, "Francis, who do you think you are? What makes you think you have the right to despise me?"

She questioned him brusquely, "On what grounds do you want to divorce me?"

Francis deliberately tried to irritate her, "Why should I keep an unwise crazy woman?"

"Crazy woman?"

Rosie laughed over anger, "What are you?"

"You can't find a job or do your chores well. Then you asked the crazy woman for money to cure your mother. You are a worthless scum worse than a crazy woman."

She despised Francis even more. In addition to cowardice and incompetence, he was arrogant.

Francis gave a noncommittal smile, "Since I am a worthless scum, we should get divorced early. Meeting and parting as friends."

Rosie was ashamed into anger, "You have no right to mention divorce, and only I can repudiate you."

"You think you can get back the two million yuan. Francis, don't overreach yourself."

She laughed contemptuously, "A loser like you can never demand the payment from Oceans Chamber of Commerce, not in a hundred years..." Following her words, Rosie got out and slammed the door.

She would never believe Francis could bring back a debt of two million yuan.

But she also got another inexplicable feeling in her heart.

Because just now when she looked Francis in the eye, she detected the profoundness in his eyes.

And there was unprecedented confidence...