After that unpleasant encounter, Rita moved in with her in-laws, taking the child with her.
She provocatively sent me a few photos—my mother-in-law holding her grandson, her smile bright enough to sting my eyes.
She used to despise my daughter, Grace, simply because she was a girl and had never helped me take care of her for even a single day.
Now, she even hosted a belated full-month celebration for that child.
On the day of the celebration, Rita brought the child, brazenly showing up in front of all the relatives.
It was as if she couldn't wait to announce to the world that the mistress had borne a son for the White family.
Since they weren't afraid of losing face, why should I care?
As long as they didn't provoke me, whether they acknowledged the grandson was none of my business.
But I underestimated their shamelessness.
A few days later, I received a lawsuit.
Rita was suing me.
She claimed that her illegitimate son had the same right to inherit as any other child and demanded a share of Leo's estate.
When I received the lawsuit, I couldn't help but laugh in anger.
They must have forgotten that I majored in law at university. Did they really think they could scare me off and carve up what's rightfully mine and my daughter's? What a pipe dream.
I'll make them face reality.
