Chapter 3

"If you can't come, just transfer the money to me."

I chuckled, "Scarlett, my eye hurts, I'm not feeling well. Besides, it's Dylan's celebration. Doesn't he have a million-dollar prize? How can he not afford the bill for such an expensive meal?"

Scarlett sounded frantic on the other end, "Dylan's prize money is for something else; he needs to buy a house! As your brother-in-law, what's wrong with buying him a watch and a meal?"

"Liam, why have you become so petty?"

Dylan interjected from his end, "Scarlett, don't pressure Liam. He might be upset because I won the medal."

"If it's really that difficult, I won't buy a house for now. I'll pay the bill first. And I don't need the watch."

"I was actually thinking of using the prize money for a down payment on that house you liked. I was going to buy it for you, I want to be able to give you a home, protect you from the elements."

Scarlett's voice choked with emotion, "Silly boy, how can I let you pay for this? I'm the one who suggested the celebration. I'll pay. If Liam won't, I will."

After she finished speaking, she said coldly into the phone, "Liam, just hoard your money. Don't think everyone is as obsessed with money as you are."

"What do you have now besides money? Don't forget, you're blind in one eye, and only I'm here, sticking by your side. I thought my sincerity would be rewarded, but I never expected you to be such a narrow-minded person."

With that, she slammed the phone down.

I then called the bank and froze all the secondary cards associated with my accounts.

The reason Scarlett could constantly bankroll Dylan was because she always used my secondary cards to buy him various designer brands, curating his image as a successful, well-to-do young man.

But outsiders didn't know that every single thing he wore and used, every cent, came from my money.

After all, the shooting club only provided basic stipends each month, barely enough for Dylan to splurge on a team dinner.

Under Scarlett's indulgence, he squandered money recklessly. They had long forgotten that everything they possessed was given by me.

Less than ten minutes later, Scarlett's call came in, "Liam, what's the meaning of this? Why did you freeze my card?"

I said coldly, "I didn't freeze your card. I only froze *my* cards. Scarlett, the secondary card is still *my* card, remember?"

"Isn't your own card with you? If you want to pay Dylan's bill, use your salary card. We've been married for years; haven't you touched a single cent of your salary? Paying this hundred thousand should be easy for you."

Scarlett shrieked, "Use my salary card? I have no money! Liam, why have you become like this? You're so petty about money! You were injured, hospitalized, had surgery, lost an eye... who stayed by your side through thick and thin? How can you be so heartless?"

I cut her off, "Scarlett, was my eye really blinded in a car accident?"

Scarlett went silent on the other end, then said, "I don't know what you're talking about. Your eye was injured in the accident. I tried my best to get you treatment. This is the best outcome."

"Don't be absurd. Unfreeze my card immediately."

"Scarlett, there's nothing left between us. My lawyer will contact you. Let's get a divorce. I'm making way for you and Dylan."

After saying that, I hung up. No matter how many times she called me afterward, I didn't answer.

I went home, packed my bags, and moved to a hotel.

Scarlett couldn't reach me by phone and kept sending me messages, but I ignored them all.

But I never expected her to find out my follow-up appointment time from the hospital and intercept me there.