Chapter 401 Settling Accounts (1)
At this moment, The Perezs Villa was brightly lit.
Inside the villa, there were sounds of a heated argument, accompanied by the sharp noise of breaking porcelain, which was particularly jarring in the quiet night.
Patrick held a stick in his hand, pointing it at Ophelia. "I fed you, clothed you, raised you, spent so much money on you, and went through all the trouble to get you married into the Browns! Now you're yelling at me? Who the hell is Thomas? Is he richer or more powerful than the Browns?"
Ophelia screamed in despair, "Why did you humiliate Thomas? I was the one who wanted to be with him! Even if you wanted to break us up, how could you treat him like that! Are you still my father? The person I hate the most is you. If you hadn't forced me into the Browns, I wouldn't be like this now!"
"You hate me?"
Patrick laughed dismissively, "Look at yourself. The clothes you're wearing, the bag you're carrying, which one is cheap? If I hadn't stopped you from being with that poor guy Thomas, who knows which street you'd be begging on now!"
Ophelia, furious and heartbroken, glared at Patrick with bloodshot eyes!
She gritted her teeth and said, "Even if I were begging, it would be my choice! Patrick, did you ever give me a choice? Did you push me into the Browns for my own good? It was for yourself! Look at how old you are, still dreaming of getting rich! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so humiliated in the Browns! If it weren't for you, Thomas and I wouldn't have broken up! If it weren't for you, I would have the courage to get a divorce now!"
"Divorce? What nonsense are you talking about? I'm warning you, if you even think about divorce, I'll beat you to death!"
The moment Patrick heard the word "divorce," he lost his composure.
He raised the stick and swung it toward Ophelia!
Amelia, who was crying on the side, quickly grabbed her husband's hand.
She looked at Ophelia in panic and urgency, "Lily, go back first. I'll explain about Thomas later. Your father is doing this for your own good. He doesn't want you to suffer with Thomas!"
Ophelia sneered, "Go back? Go back where? I didn't want to marry Robert, but you forced and deceived me! Now I realize, Mom, you said that if I didn't marry Robert, the company would be short two billion dollars, and if that gap couldn't be filled, Dad would go to jail! That was a lie, wasn't it?"
"Lily... your father and I did it for your own good, hoping you could live well! In these three years of marriage with Robert, don't you know how extravagantly you've been spending? Everything you use and wear is bought with Robert's card. If we hadn't stopped you from being with Thomas back then, could Thomas have supported you?"
Amelia and Patrick were completely on the same side.
Ophelia shook her head with a bitter smile, "I've fallen to this state, Mom, you and Dad deserve the highest credit! Mom, you're right..."
She wiped the tears from her face and looked at Amelia with despair.
"In these three years, I've already been ruined. I have the urge to divorce but no courage. I'm a coward! You initially said that marrying Robert was for my own good, that he had money and the Browns had power. I actually believed you. During these three years, I thought about living a good life with him. After all, whether happy or sad, clear-headed or confused, life would go on somehow."
"But you kept forcing me to ask him for money. When I didn't, Patrick shamelessly went to ask himself! You're my father, have you ever considered my dignity and pride?"
Patrick roared, "Dignity? What dignity do you need? Can dignity feed you? Can it buy you a designer outfit? Being Mrs. Brown is your greatest pride! If you don't want to be Mrs. Brown, there are plenty of women eager to take your place!"
"Don't be so pretentious! If you get divorced, do you think you can find another man like Robert?"
Ophelia swallowed the bitterness in her throat, her voice hoarse. "Yes, marrying Robert was indeed a step up! I eat his food, drink his drinks, and he even spent so much money supporting the Perez Group! I really thought about just letting it go, having a child with him, and getting used to this life in a gilded cage. After all, it's just a matter of falling deeper into degradation, and I thought I could accept it."
"But I never expected that you knew all along why Thomas left the Imperial Capital and disappeared without a word! You even pushed him away!"
"Mom, when Thomas left, you knew how devastated I was, but you and Dad never said a word to me! I was going crazy, and you knew the truth but kept twisting it, saying he ran off with a rich girl! How could you say such heartless things to hurt me!"
"Of course, you wanted to break me and Thomas up. When he faced difficulties and left, it was the perfect time for you to act!"
"I took Sertraline for two years, and you didn't say a word. You knew what happened to Thomas! Not only did you not tell me, but you also deliberately provoked me to hate him!"
"Then you set me up and sent me to Robert's bed. You must be very proud! If Thomas hadn't come back, I would never have known all this. Your plan was flawless."
"Mom, I'm about to rot in this marriage as you wished. Like you, I shamefully realized that after being kept for so long, I'm really afraid to leave the cage. I'm scared. Is this how you lived too?"
Patrick impatiently cursed, "If you know that you're nothing without the marriage, then work on your relationship with Robert! If you dare to get a divorce, you'll lose the car you drive, the house you live in, everything!"
Ophelia's fingers dug into her palms, her whole body numb.
She seemed to have endured too much for too long, the emotions piling up in her chest, suffocating her!
She went mad, grabbing vases and tableware, and hurled them at Patrick!
She threw whatever she could grab!
The violent sound of shattering almost pierced the eardrums!
One crash after another echoed.
Ophelia, in a frenzy, screamed hysterically, "I won't ask Robert for another penny! I just want to be with Thomas! I want a divorce! Patrick, you're an idiot!"
She knew what Patrick and Amelia wanted to hear.
And she knew what they didn't want to hear.
Everything she said in her rage was blasphemous to their ears!
Patrick walked up and slapped her across the face!
"Enough!"
The slap was loud.
Her right ear rang for a moment, and her face burned with pain.
The taste of blood gradually spread in her mouth.
She was drained of strength, slowly raising her head to look at the door...
Robert stood there, his face dark and unreadable, his eyes coldly fixed on her, devoid of any warmth.
A string snapped clearly.
Ophelia stood there, swaying, her face drained of all color.
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