Chapter V8

Upon seeing the document, Ethan went ashen-faced, and the champagne glass in his hand smashed to the floor.

"W... Why? Sarah, you're joking, right?"

Lucas dropped to his knees with a thud, clutching the hem of my skirt tightly, his face streaming with tears.

"No! Please, Mom, don't do this! I was wrong—I know I was wrong! I swear I won't be willful anymore. I'll wash my own clothes, I'll cook. Don