The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 307

I could understand her feelings. Her beloved son, the pride of her life, was in serious trouble—suspended and under investigation. And the prime suspect was me, the daughter-in-law who had supposedly married up and taken massive advantage of the Sterling family's wealth.

It made perfect sense that she'd lose control of her temper.

I was used to her insulting me, but I refused to let her drag my family into this.

My whole family was ungrateful? Hah. My father was the one who took three knife wounds for Ferris. The only ones who seemed to have forgotten that were the Sterlings.

"Mrs. Sterling, please watch what you say." Suppressing my emotions, I reminded her politely, digging my nails into my palms.

The formal address caught Vivian completely off guard.

Even though I was furious, I knew getting emotional wouldn't solve anything. I had to remain calm.

To me, getting a clean divorce was the best possible outcome.

There were fifteen days left on my agreement with Ferris, but Counselor Winston hadn't had the time to draft The Marital Dissolution Agreement yet. Even if I tore into Vivian right now, I still wouldn't be divorced.

So, I wouldn't argue with her. I just needed to stick to the facts.

For that reason, I even went over to pour her a glass of water. "Have some water and calm down. Listen to me explain."

However, my politeness didn't calm her down; it only added fuel to the fire.

"You really think you're something now, telling me to shut up! Have you forgotten your place?!" She grabbed the glass of water I had just poured and hurled it across the room.

The crystal glass shattered into pieces on the floor, the sharp shards catching the light from above. It was a perfect reflection of my self-esteem and dignity—completely smashed to bits in front of her.

Right, I had forgotten my place. I was always the submissive daughter-in-law who plastered on a smile in front of her, never receiving an ounce of respect. Yet here I was, daring to tell her to watch her mouth.

Of course, she was angry. And of course, she wouldn't listen to my explanation. Her accusations grew even more venomous. "Selena, you and your whole family have been mooching off Ferris for years! Calling you parasites wouldn't even be an exaggeration! Yet you dare ask for a divorce? Even then, Ferris never mistreated you. He still took care of you all. But what did you do?"

"You actually reported Ferris just so you could grab more money in the divorce! You want to frame him for infidelity so he's legally at fault, don't you?!"

Vivian had already firmly decided I was the whistleblower and labeled me a greedy, manipulative villain. So, even if I gave her a hundred reasons why I hadn't done it, she'd come up with a hundred and one reasons to dismiss them.

Explaining things to her was completely futile.

I only had myself to blame. For the past three years, I had been completely submissive to Ferris, leading everyone to believe I endured it all for the money, rather than out of love.

That was why she believed I couldn't bear to let the marriage go for financial reasons, to the point of using underhanded tactics to stay.

Saying anything now was useless. I had to prove myself through action.

I walked straight into the study, pulled out a blank sheet of paper and a pen, and signed my name right in front of her bewildered eyes.

Then, I handed her the signed paper. "Please use this as the final page of The Marital Dissolution Agreement."

Vivian didn't take it. Her surprised gaze shifted past me, looking behind me as she called out, "Ferris, you're back?"