Chapter 2

River was very surprised by my transformation.

Ethan boasted to her proudly.

"I've trained Vivian to be very obedient now. Don't worry, she won't give you attitude anymore."

When he said this, his tone was like someone showing off an obedient dog.

When I arrived at the school gate, I saw a group of people wearing masks surrounding the school so tightly that not even water could pass through. An ominous premonition instantly rose in my heart.

I desperately pushed my way in.

Surrounded in the middle was my daughter, Sophie.

My daughter was already crying in fear, her body trembling nonstop.

Several young girls in front of her were hurling vicious words at her.

"You're that bitch Vivian's child — just like your mom, a little bitch!"

"Do you know your dad doesn't even like your mom? You're a mistress's kid!"

"Ethan is only staying married because of the child. Let's throw her somewhere remote and Ethan can divorce Vivian!"

Seeing this scene, my blood pressure instantly shot through the roof. I immediately rushed forward and shielded my daughter behind me.

"Who are you people? Stay away from my daughter!"

The leading girl's eyes lit up when she saw me.

"Vivian, perfect timing! Ethan's about to hold a wedding with River. Now you finally know your place, right? Hurry up and divorce him and get lost!"

I ignored her, crouched down to pick up my daughter and tried to leave.

When the girl saw me trying to leave, she immediately reached out and viciously grabbed my hair.

"You dare leave? Did you hear me? Stop clinging to Ethan!"

A sharp pain shot through my scalp. I could no longer suppress the fury in my heart.

"Let go of me! Are you all insane? Ethan and I are legally married. Whether we divorce or not has nothing to do with you!"

The moment those words left my mouth, the group exploded.

Everyone surged forward, punching and kicking me.

I immediately crouched on the ground, using my body to shield my daughter, terrified she might get hurt.

The beating lasted a full five minutes until passersby called the police and they scattered.

I collapsed on the ground, not knowing how many kicks I'd taken. I only felt like the bones in my back were broken, the pain causing unstoppable tears to flow.

But in front of my daughter, I still forced myself to stay composed.

"Sophie, are you okay? Were you scared?"

My daughter looked at me with hollow eyes.

Ignoring the severe pain in my back, I immediately got up and took her to the hospital.

After examining her, the doctor told me my daughter was just frightened — nothing serious. With some psychological counseling, she would gradually forget.

Hearing this, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor then examined my back. The result was a spinal fracture requiring immediate surgery.

Before entering the operating room, I received a call from Ethan.

"Hello? Where are you right now?"

"The hospital. What's wrong?"

Ethan's voice suddenly rose.

"You have the nerve to ask me what's wrong? Did you fight with my fans again today? Do you know I lost twenty thousand followers because of you? They're all telling me to divorce you now!"

I couldn't hold it in anymore and spoke calmly.

"Oh, then let's divorce. Having a father like you is Sophie's tragedy."

With that, I hung up directly.

Ethan must have seen the video of me being beaten, but his first concern wasn't the safety of me and our daughter — it was his precious followers.

Men like this are truly disgusting.

After the surgery, I stayed in the hospital for a few days.

Once my body recovered somewhat, I took my daughter home.