Chapter 3

"No job, out to beg, huh? What a disgrace!"

"Don't stop him, let him get lost!"

My mother-in-law couldn't help but mock me.

Olivia looked at me in disappointment, ignoring me, turning her attention to serving our daughter food.

My daughter rolled her eyes again, clinging to Liam's arm, sweetly saying:

"Uncle Liam, give mom some veggies, she loves them."

The harmonious scene only highlighted my role as the out-of-place clown.

I decisively went back to my room, packed up, and was about to leave with my suitcase.

But suddenly, my mother-in-law came over, roughly snatching my suitcase, looking at me like I was a thief.

"You can leave, but let me check if you've stolen anything from the house!"

She started to open my suitcase.

I wanted to part on good terms, but I didn't expect my mother-in-law to go so far!

I grabbed my suitcase back, angrily saying:

"You have no right!"

Seeing this, my mother-in-law was convinced I was guilty of something, and she started cursing at me.

The commotion quickly drew Olivia's attention.

After hearing both sides, Olivia frowned and stared at me for a few seconds.

She suddenly dragged me into the room, closed the door.

She spoke earnestly to me: "Ethan, stop making a fuss, okay?"

"I know you're upset about losing your job, and I understand you don't want to be a janitor. I'll ask Liam to arrange a driver position for you, is that okay?"

"Now that you don't have a job, you should at least show your worth at home, right?"

Listening to her self-righteous reasoning, I felt utterly disappointed.

"The worth you're talking about is supporting you and your mom when I can make money?"

"And when I can't, just being a servant at home, watching your first love take my place?"

Olivia's face turned ugly.

She snapped back angrily, "Ethan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Which man doesn't support his wife and kids in this world? Are you the only one suffering? I'm trying to talk to you nicely, but you're being ungrateful!"

"Don't forget, you're the one who's unemployed now!"

I didn't want to argue anymore, I pushed the door to leave.

But my daughter suddenly rushed over, slamming a document against me, shouting:

"Loser dad, divorce mom now!"

"When you're not able to earn, you just stay home and let life pass by, watching your first love take charge, right?"

Rosalie looked furious.

"Stop talking nonsense, Ethan!" she snapped.

"Which man doesn't support his family? You're the only one complaining! I'm trying to have a civil conversation, and you don't even appreciate it!"

"Remember, you're the one who's out of a job!"

I had no interest in arguing further and made my way to the door.

Suddenly, my daughter rushed over, thrust a document at me, and shouted:

"Dad, just divorce Mom!"

"I want Uncle Liam to be my dad!"

I looked at the document closely—it was a printed divorce agreement.

Rosalie had already signed her name in the bottom right corner.

My mother-in-law stood by with a pleased expression, saying, "Smart girl! We need to get rid of this freeloader!"

Pointing at me, she commanded:

"What are you waiting for? Sign it!"

"Rosalie didn’t even want to bring up divorce out of pity for you. But now, it’s the right time!"

Looking at Rosalie's cold demeanor, I hesitated no longer. I grabbed a pen, signed my name, and tossed it onto the floor.

"Fine, divorce it is! See you at City Hall at 9 AM tomorrow!"