Chapter 8

After being discharged from the hospital, I contacted a lawyer to draft divorce papers.

Then I rushed home to pack my luggage for a business trip. In my opinion, no matter how rich others are, it's better to have your own money and capabilities.

As I was going downstairs, Lucas's mother was sitting in the living room, looking displeased at my suitcase.

"Going on another business trip?"

The company I managed required frequent travel, with about a third of each month spent away.

I gave a light "Mm" in response.

Hearing this, she slammed the magazine she was holding onto the coffee table and scolded, "You're a woman, always busy with work and never at home. Married for years and still no children?"

"A woman should stay at home, support her husband, and raise children. Why are you competing with men for business?"

Lucas's mother had always been dissatisfied with me. In her view, since I married into the Gray family, I should have quit my job and stayed at home to prepare for pregnancy and raise children.

She then commanded, "Quit your job immediately. If I don't have a grandchild within a year, you two should get divorced."

In the past, out of respect for Lucas, I rarely talked back. I always tried to tolerate her unreasonable demands.

But now, I didn't want to serve anymore.

I smiled and said, "No need to wait. We can divorce anytime. I'll step aside."

Her face changed, and she glared at me angrily, about to say something.

I continued, "Actually, there was a child, but unfortunately, you weren't destined to meet. I miscarried two days ago."

As soon as I finished speaking, there was a commotion at the door. Lucas stood there, his eyes full of disbelief.

"What did you say?"

He strode over and gripped my hands tightly.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"

If he had paid even a little attention to me, he would have known why I was hospitalized.

I forcefully pulled my hands from his grip, a hint of mockery flashing in my eyes as I sneered, "Isn't all this because of you?"