“All these years, you disappeared,” she snapped. “If it weren’t for me taking care of your mother, she would’ve died a long time ago!”
I let out a cold laugh. “This is what you call taking care of her?”
I pointed straight at the doghouse where my mother had been crouched.
Emily lowered her head, silent but the guilt in her eyes said it all.
Just then, Tyler jumped in. “Emily, he hit me the moment he showed up! Look, I’m covered in bruises!”
He rushed to her side, grabbing her hand like a helpless victim. “You have to stand up for me!”
Emily’s eyes instantly filled with concern. “Jason, how could you? You’ve gone too far!”
“How dare you attack Tyler for no reason?”
But as she yelled, I didn’t even feel angry anymore. I was done with her. I only looked at her with the same icy stare.
Seeing my expression, Emily faltered. But she quickly straightened up and snapped again, “Jason, just for laying a hand on Tyler, I could have you killed.”
“Apologize to him. Now.”
She folded her arms. “And since you’re back, let’s just settle this. Sign the divorce papers.”
I looked at her calmly. “Divorce? Fine. But do you really think I’ll just walk away because you say so?”
Before she could reply, Tyler cut in.
“What more do you want?” he spat. “Emily is being kind, and you're taking advantage of it.”
“She should’ve crushed you the moment you walked in!”
“Sign the papers and get lost!”
Then he turned to Emily with a confident smile. “Emily, why are you even wasting time on him? Once he’s gone, we can finally be together.”
He added softly, “Think about our child.”
Emily’s expression turned cold. She looked at me and said sharply, “Jason, sign the divorce papers now!”
“Take your mother and leave. If you don’t, I won’t be so polite next time!”
Then she turned to her men. “If he refuses, force him to sign!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, the bodyguards rushed toward me.
But I didn’t flinch. My expression only grew colder.
They had no idea the storm they had just called upon themselves.
Just as I was about to act, the villa’s front door was kicked open.
A group of armed men stormed inside.
“What do you think you’re doing?” someone shouted.
Emily and Tyler froze in place, stunned.
“Who let you in?!” Emily screamed.
The men didn’t answer. Instead, they walked straight up to me.
“General Whitaker,” one of them said, “we’ve been sent here under direct orders.”
