"Nathan, you scoundrel, don't push me too far.
I'm not like you; you can destroy your son's happiness again and again for your selfish desires.
Let me tell you, I'm a teacher, that's true, but I will become a shrew for my daughter.
Let's not even talk about being a shrew; even if I have to become a murderer today, I won't be afraid.
You better get out of my house now, and also, have your son bring the divorce agreement to my house to sign.
If they don't get a divorce, I won't agree to it. Now get out of here."
Paisley Golden pushed Nathan Rhodes to the door, pulling Ivy Miller's hand: "Come in, Ivy."
Ivy Miller patted Paisley Golden's hand, "Mom, you go in and check on Ivy, I have a few words to say to Ms. Rhodes."
The form of address had changed, and Ivy Miller was truly resolved.
Moreover, with their families in such conflict now, there was really no point in maintaining this marriage.
