Chapter 36
The black luxury car quickly drove away, leaving Bertha far behind.
She ran to the villa gate but couldn’t even see the taillights.
Bertha was so angry that she was panting. This was ridiculous. Marcus only needed to sign his name. She wouldn’t ask for his assets. Why was it so hard?
He could have left after signing the papers!
Bertha was really pissed off. It was so close!
But still, no divorce today.
Was it fate or a curse? Why was it so difficult to get divorced?
The new maid explained.
“Ms. Estrada, Mr. Gonzalez will contact you tomorrow.”
Bertha let out a long sigh.
Fine, she could wait another day as long as Marcus agreed to get divorced.
She finally got an answer.
Refusing the maid and leaving Beverly Hills, Bertha called Kason to ask about Casper.
She was quite worried about that kid.
Knowing that Casper was still sound asleep, Bertha felt relieved and went straight home without going to the hospital.
At the same time, the three little ones were having a meeting at home.
They already knew the purpose of Bertha’s return. Alfred was the mysterious caller today.
He thought, “This city isn’t friendly to Mommy, and she doesn’t like being here. I should help Mommy get the things done.” So, he secretly investigated.
Then, Alfred was aware of everything that had happened in the past.
The Estrada family forced Bertha to drop out of school and marry Marcus.
Marcus claimed that Bertha had cheated on him, completely ruining her reputation and causing her to be scorned.
The Estrada family saw Bertha as a disgrace and kicked her out, cutting ties.
In the end, Bertha left Los Angeles helplessly, pregnant, and went to live in the countryside alone.
Throughout the pregnancy, she worked hard and never lived easily.
To save money, she pinched pennies, often having discounted bread with jam and occasionally a cheap can of luncheon meat.
She couldn’t even afford fruit. Sometimes, she only ate one meal a day.
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Moreover, she had to endure the disdain and gossip around her.
Later, as her due date approached, she fainted on the way home from work.
Actually, Marcus had people investigate a few days ago, but nothing was found.
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Marcus’s people were smart. But after Bertha returned with her kids, the one who had saved her life helped cover everything so that her past wouldn’t affect her current life.
She even had a new identity.
Even if someone investigated, they would only find out Bertha was an ordinary woman who lived in the countryside with her kids after her husband died.
Alfred was able to find out Bertha’s past because he was taught by the person who had covered everything, so he could successfully crack the system.
The three little ones felt sorry for Bertha and wept sadly.
Ethan cried the loudest, “Poor Mommy!”
Jacob choked up.
“No, we can’t just let it go. We must avenge Mommy! The Estrada and Gonzalez families, right? I’m going to blow them away!”
Alfred’s eyes were also red, but he kept his composure.
He stopped Jacob.
“If you take revenge, Mommy will know. The past is too painful. Reminding Mommy of those things will only hurt her again and make her sad.
“And since she hasn’t said anything, it means she doesn’t want us to know. Clam down. We’ll have chances for revenge in the future.”
Jacob’s little fist was clenched tightly.
“But I can’t stand it! Mommy is the best, but they hurt her badly. She was alone and helpless in the past, but now she has us. We can support her!”
For Mommy, we can’t do anything! We can take revenge after leaving Los Angeles. We should focus on Marcus right now.
‘Mommy came back to divorce him; we need to help her get divorced first!
Ethan agreed. He wiped his tears and asked softly.
“Why won’t he divorce Mommy? Does he love her?”
“No! He has hurt Mommy deeply. He doesn’t love her.”
Jacob got angry.
“Mommy doesn’t love him, either! She is beautiful and tender. She deserves someone way better than Marcus.”
Ethan sniffed and asked, “So, is he our dad?”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
