“Cyril, tried chicken isn’t healthy…”
“I don’t care! Uncle Fablo got me fried chicken. You just don’t want to make it,” Cyril snapped, throwing down the spoon Denitry handed him. “No wonder people say you’re useless! No money, no talent, and you can’t even make fried chicken!”
“You’re not even as good as a hair on Uncle Fabio’s head! Hmph!”
Hearing such venomous words from his young son, Dmitry felt as though a steel needle had pierced his heart, sending waves of coldness through him,
He had no idea what Fabio had been feeding Cyril, but it had turned him into an ungrateful child.
Denitry turned his gaze to Dalenia, hoping for some support, but her reaction was even more disheartening
“Cyril’s still young. Don’t take it to heart,” Dalena said casually, glancing up briefly, “Cyril, don’t talk to your father like that.”
“I will if I want to!” Cyril made a face before running upstairs. “You’re so useless you can’t even talk back. Just a worthless piece of trash!”
And just like that, everything returned to the way it had always been.
The spacious living room fell silent once more, with only the crystal chandelier swaying slightly overhead
Dmitry sat on the couch for a while, then finally reached under the coffee table to retrieve the divorce papers.
Dalena was still engrossed in her phone, her once–furrowed brow now relaxed, her expression calm and content. It wasn’t hard to guess who she was charting with.
genuine joy on her face was something Dmitry hadn’t seen in their seven years of marriage.
With a self–deprecating smile, Dmitry placed the papers on the coffee table.
It didn’t matter anymore.
As long as she signed the papers, their ties would be completely severed, and he’d finally be free.
“Dalena, let’s divorce. I’ll leave with nothing,” Dmitry said calmly, as if it were a casual topic over dinner.
“Okay,” Dalena responded indifferently, her eyes never leaving her phone.
“Cyril’s custody will be yours. We’ll never see each other again. If you’re fine with that, sign here.” “Alright”
Her nonchalant response didn’t surprise Dimitry–he’d grown used to it over the past ten years.
Now that Fabio was back in her life, she couldn’t even be bothered to pretend anymore.
Dmitry handed her the pen and paper. Without hesitation, Dalena began signing her name. But just as she was about to finish, she suddenly paused. He glanced over and saw her staring at her phone with a silly simile.
“Dalen, did you even hear what I just said?”
Snapping back to reality, Dalenia frowned slightly in annoyance, finished signing her name, and pushed the papers askle without so much as a glance. ” Wesn’t it about the company charity event? You can just handle things like that yourself in the future.”
With that, she got up aut went to her room, closing the door firmly behind her.
Watching her retreating figure, Dultry’s lips twitclad
of rourse, she luado’t cared about anything he’d said.
