"It has nothing to do with you!" Summer Ford raised her arm to hit him, stubbornly scratching at his back a few times.
"Does the divorce have nothing to do with him?" Ethan Laurent slammed the divorce agreement he held onto the table in front of her, continuing to press her coldly.
The white pages spread out in front of them, the black letters stark against the paper, glaringly obvious.
Summer Ford glanced stiffly at the agreement on the ground, pushing him with her body, "This is between you and me, don't involve irrelevant people! Let me go!"
"Is that so?" Ethan Laurent's lips curved into a mocking smile, a bit self-deprecating, "Summer Ford, do you know why I came this time?"
Summer froze at his words, her face turning stiffly to look at him.
She rarely heard him speak in such a tone, his pace slow, seemingly tinged with a bit of bitterness.
