Chapter 3

Hearing my words, my daughter nodded obediently.

I looked at my in-laws, then at Luna. "You want the company Julian left behind?"

Mrs. Davies spoke up. "Luna used to work there, she naturally knows how to manage the company. To put it bluntly, even if you founded the company with Julian, didn't you withdraw after you got married? This company… in fact, it's my son's personal property."

I stared at her. "You even know that? So, you've known about her relationship with your son all along? You and Julian conspired to keep it from me? Oh, and why didn't you mention Julian also owns a house? Though, it's registered under your names, so I suppose you had that planned out too, didn't you?"

Hearing my words, Mrs. Davies coughed awkwardly and said no more.

Luna guiltily averted her gaze and gestured to the lawyer beside her. "You go talk to her."

The lawyer's eyes also flickered with a hint of embarrassment, but he still braced himself and walked over. "If you voluntarily give up your claim, you can sign a voluntary waiver here, agreeing not to pursue further action."

I looked at them, then nodded. "Alright, if that's what you want, then I agree!"

"Mom!!!" My daughter stared at me in disbelief, and the surrounding onlookers also showed surprised expressions.

My in-laws' faces lit up with joy at my reaction. Mrs. Davies beamed, "Really?! You said it, no backing out now!"

Luna and her lawyer also looked surprised, then wary, as if afraid I might retaliate.

Luna looked at me. "What are your conditions?"

Hearing her speak, I nodded. "Of course, I have conditions. From now on, I will have no further ties with the Davies family. Don't ever contact us again." I looked at my daughter, asking for her consent. "You'll live with Mom, won't you? Is that okay?"

My daughter looked at me with a mix of frustration and anger, as if hating my weakness. She said, heartbroken and furious, "Mom, I'll live with you, but… but… Dad's money shouldn't go to that witch! Mom, please don't be so weak! Pull yourself together! Even if we have to live on scraps, I don't want them to have an easy life! If we go down, we all go down together!"

My daughter's words once again infuriated Mrs. Davies. "You deadbeat girl, try saying that again! I told you girls are useless, just look at them, only brave when they're attacking their own family!"

Looking at my daughter, I remembered my younger self, kind and impulsive, never keeping anything bottled up. My heart swelled with both comfort and regret. "Sweetie, please, do this for Mom, okay? Your dad stopped loving us a long time ago. He even schemed to leave his property to his first love, regardless of what happened to us… and your grandparents are no different. So, why should we cling to your dad's inheritance?"

My daughter looked at me with tear-filled eyes. "Mom, even if you think Dad's money is tainted, let's donate it rather than leave it for that witch! Don't be so foolish, please!"

"You deadbeat girl!" Mr. Davies, enraged, raised his cane to hit my daughter, but I blocked him.

Crack! The cane struck my arm with such force that I winced in pain. It seemed Mr. Davies wasn't holding back, even on his granddaughter.