Chapter 4

Hathaway's attempts to reconcile didn't soften my heart.

My attitude toward divorce remained resolute.

The farce before him made Johnson feel utterly humiliated.

"Enough! We don't need such an ungrateful son-in-law."

"Divorce is fine, but you must leave with nothing."

"Don't forget, back when you were dirt poor, it was my family's full support and cultivation that gave you your current status."

"I'd like to see if you can still get by after leaving my family."

Johnson, who had been pretending to be virtuous all along, finally tore off his disguise and revealed his true face.

Everyone was certain I would compromise and choose to bow my head and apologize.

After all, everyone believed what Johnson said was the truth.

But they didn't know that all along, countless multinational companies had offered me high salaries, but I had given up those opportunities again and again for Hathaway's sake.

Johnson thought he could control me, but he didn't expect that I simply didn't care.

"Whether I can get by or not is my business. No need for Mr. Johnson to worry."

With that, I turned and strode away without looking back.

Even after I'd gone far, I could still faintly hear Hathaway's heart-wrenching screams, along with Johnson and Nasser's hysterical cursing.

Outside the banquet hall, my lawyer was already waiting for me.

He handed me the divorce agreement prepared in advance along with a stack of documents.

I didn't immediately look through them but first lit a cigarette.

Only after the cigarette had burned down and my heart had returned to calm did I slowly open the envelope.

Flipping through page by page, I actually didn't feel the anger I'd expected.

Only the calm certainty that things were exactly as I'd thought.

That same day, I moved out of the villa and into an apartment near the company.

At the same time, I had my lawyer print out the divorce agreement and send it via courier to Hathaway.

Who knew—Hathaway didn't even look at it before tearing the divorce agreement to shreds.

"Larson, I told you, I won't divorce you. No matter how many you send, it's useless. Send one, I'll tear one."

On the phone, Hathaway's tone carried a hint of smugness.

She seemed to think she had a winning hand, certain I couldn't produce solid evidence and would ultimately have to compromise with her.

And what happened at the 100-day celebration was captured on video by someone with ulterior motives and posted online.

Things escalated quickly. In less than a day, it had already spread across the internet, causing a storm throughout the city that everyone knew about.

And Hathaway used public opinion to portray herself as a pitiful mother who was groundlessly suspected and abandoned by her husband.

She posted on social media:

"Some men are incompetent themselves, yet blame it on the 'scientific miracle' of telegony."

This post caused an uproar.

Netizens who didn't know the truth all stood on Hathaway's side to judge me.

The comments section was full of people calling me a scumbag, with some even threatening to punish me.

Not only was my information exposed all over the internet, but even my parents were implicated.

I had no choice but to send them abroad overnight.

The public opinion uproar intensified.

Hathaway contacted me again:

"Larson, I told you, telegony really exists."

"Take me for example. I myself am such an example."

"Since childhood, I haven't looked like my dad. Instead, I look like my mom's ex-boyfriend."

I was directly speechless.

It seemed the Hathaway father and daughter had been successfully brainwashed by Nasser.