Chapter 5

Afterward, Lisa pulled me aside, her face full of worry.

"Emily, they must have been manipulated by that nanny. How can they say Michael should marry Tiffany? You need to go back and talk to them properly."

I looked at Tiffany, who was chatting and laughing with Robert and Susan in the distance, and gently shook my head.

"Maybe they always wanted someone who could be by their side every day. They also resent me for taking their son to New York."

The third day, I prepared to return to New York.

Before leaving, I called Robert, but no one answered. I called Susan, and she hung up directly.

I called several times, all rejected.

I looked at my phone, no longer insistent, and dragged my suitcase to the airport, embarking on my journey back to New York.

Unexpectedly, upon my return, Michael angrily confronted me:

"I asked you to spend Thanksgiving with my parents, how did you manage to upset them so much that they got sick?"

I was stunned. "They were the ones who wanted to argue with me; I didn't provoke them!"

Michael pulled out his phone and showed me photos of his parents in the hospital.

"How do you explain this?!"

I gave a bitter laugh. How could I explain?

Michael continued, "Maybe my parents' suggestion is right. I shouldn't have come to New York for you. Maybe you're just not suitable to be a wife."

My mouth twitched. I asked, "So? Are you going to divorce me?"

Michael was silent for a moment, then said, "I didn't say I want a divorce, but you need to apologize to my parents!"

My eyes reddened. I hadn't expected even him to side with his parents.

"What if I don't apologize?"

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After Michael finished speaking, he started packing his bags. Before leaving, he told me:

"I'm going back to see my parents. Let's get a divorce!"

Over the next few weeks, I kept seeing Tiffany's Ins posts:

They were eating barbecue together, the four of them posing intimately for a photo.

They were walking in the park, Tiffany holding Susan and Michael's arms, smiling sweetly.

I scrolled through the screen, not liking or commenting, pretending I didn't see anything.

A few days later, a call suddenly came in. It was Susan.

As soon as I picked up, I heard her voice, filled with dissatisfaction:

"Emily, why hasn't this month's company investment arrived yet? And Tiffany's salary, why haven't you paid that either?"