Chapter 2

Hathaway suddenly straightened up and threw the wet wipe in her hand viciously at my face:

"Larson! Has a door smashed your brain in?"

"Bridges is your son!"

"Newborn babies all look pretty similar. You've seen the DNA test report yourself, haven't you? What exactly are you still suspicious about?"

I expressionlessly removed the wet wipe stuck to my face:

"There's nothing more to say. Tomorrow morning at ten, I'll wait for you at the City Hall entrance."

My attitude toward divorce was unusually resolute. Hathaway's eyes instantly reddened.

"Larson, why exactly do you insist on divorcing me?"

"We love each other so much. I don't believe you really want to divorce me."

"Have you run into some kind of trouble? Tell me, we can figure out a solution together."

Hathaway's voice choked with emotion as she cried and reached to grab my hand.

But I pushed her away in disgust:

"Don't you know the reason yourself?"

If this were any other time, seeing Hathaway cry, I probably would have already pulled her into my arms with heartache.

But now, seeing Hathaway's tears, I felt no heartache at all. I only felt full of disgust.

Everyone looked at me with condemning eyes.

"Larson, are you sick or something?"

"How exactly has Hathaway wronged you that you have to humiliate her in front of so many people?"

My mother-in-law Nasser hugged Hathaway protectively and pointed at my nose, cursing angrily.

"Back then, she didn't mind that you were dirt poor and insisted on marrying you.

To give birth to your child, she had a difficult delivery and hemorrhaged badly, nearly dying along with the baby. Have you forgotten all of that?"

"Even if the child looks somewhat like Hughes, what does that prove?

Doesn't the paternity test clearly state that the kinship probability between Bridges and you is 99.99%?"

Hughes' twin sister Arroyo also stepped forward, pointing at me with an indignant expression:

"Hughes has been dead for three years. Are you jealous of even a dead person?"

All the relatives and friends at the venue nodded in agreement with Nasser and Hughes' sister's words.

"Exactly, exactly. Being jealous of a dead person—is this even human?"

"Hathaway risked death to give birth to his child, yet he's suspicious every day. He wants a divorce over this little thing. He's truly ungrateful."

"Bah! A man like him doesn't deserve a wife and child. He should die alone!"

"Hathaway must have been blind to marry such a man who's worse than an animal."

For a moment, everyone righteously condemned me.

"Larson, I really didn't betray you. Why won't you believe me?"

Hathaway's tears came instantly, falling nonstop like pearls whose string had broken.

Seeing Hathaway cry so sadly, my father walked over with a stern face:

"Larson, you've really gone too far this time."

"Since you married Hathaway, we've all seen how much she's contributed to this family."

"Back when your mother was bedridden with illness, she bustled about at your mother's bedside, dealing with bedpans and urine. Have you forgotten all of that?"

"If you really get divorced, you won't be able to find such a good wife even if you search with a lantern!"

"Besides, the paternity test has been done. How could it be fake? If you don't acknowledge Bridges, we will."

My mother even held Hathaway's hand with heartache:

"Hathaway, don't worry. If Larson dares to divorce you, I won't recognize him as my son."

My own biological parents had spoken, even threatening me with disowning me.

Yet I remained unmoved:

"I'm grateful for Hathaway's contributions to the family, but that doesn't prevent me from divorcing her."

The atmosphere at the scene instantly froze like ice.

Hathaway's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her eyes looking at me were full of grievance.

"Larson, I can explain about Bridges' appearance."

"You must have heard of telegony, right?"