Chapter 4

His subtext was clear: since you don't want us to be happy, we won't let you be happy either.

But my subtext was: Whether it's good or bad, it will pass because I'm leaving you all!

The system told me, just three more days, and when the contract expires, I can return to the real world and enjoy myself.

After this, no matter how Declan or Genevieve talks about me, thinks of me, treats me, or tortures me, it has nothing to do with me.

Except... my father...

I still can't let go...

Ten years ago, I married Declan. To make sure I wouldn't be mistreated, my father gave me a dowry of five billion, a car, a house, fearing that I would be bullied or looked down upon by Declan's family.

In the end, he even assigned me a bodyguard who had been with him for years.

Every few days, he wanted to know if I was doing well, and every two weeks, he sent someone to bring me back to my family home for a few days.

Even the traditional Chinese doctor he found to fulfill my wish of getting pregnant was personally selected after he visited all the major hospitals and clinics in New York City.

Later, my father saw how painful IVF was for me. Fearing that Declan's family would scold me for being unworthy, he even started visiting orphanages, hoping I would adopt a few children instead of suffering unnecessarily.

But I refused.

Because I knew with Genevieve’s personality, she would never accept a non-biological child as an elite successor for Declan's family.

And my husband Declan, being a mama's boy, would definitely comply with his high and mighty mother's wishes without question.

I was completely alone, outnumbered and outmatched.

It’s quite laughable.

I took the bowl of thick herbal medicine Beatrix handed me, and the strong smell made me cough.

It tasted as awful as ever.

I looked at her.

"They can't stop me!"

Beatrix’s words answered my current doubts.

After all, Declan had gone to great lengths to trap me.

"Miss! Sir said if you want a divorce, I can take you away right now!"

Beatrix lowered her head, paused, then continued with a heavy tone, "Sir said if you don't want a divorce, I can take you to live on an estate in the suburbs, far away from them."

"You can adopt a little miss and a little master, plant a whole garden of flowers and grass, have cats and dogs..."

My eyes lit up.

Beatrix reminded me of something I had forgotten.

Adeline was allergic to pollen, so the day before she moved in, Genevieve stood upstairs giving orders, while Declan humbly obeyed.

The flowers and plants I had planted in the backyard garden were pulled out one by one by Declan and sent to the waste disposal site.

Yes, my flowers were trash, and so was I.