"Madam, Sir," The butler's voice carried in from outside the room.
"Everything is prepared."
Prepared?
What exactly?
Mrs. Mega had a sinking feeling that whatever the butler was bringing had something to do with her.
Mr. Mega narrowed his eyes, the anger on his face slowly subsiding.
"Come in," Grandma Mega's voice was icy.
Her razor-sharp gaze remained fixed on Mrs. Mega, unwavering.
Mrs. Mega's heart pounded like thunder. What is this old hag up to now?
The door swung open, and the butler stepped inside. In his hands were three copies of a document.
The butler placed one before Grandma Mega, handed another to Mr. Mega, and— Another copy was placed on the floor before Mrs. Mega.
Propping herself up with effort, Mrs. Mega squinted at the document.
"Divorce papers?"
She lifted her gaze directly to grandma. Mega, her lips curling into a mocking sneer.
"Having your son divorce me—is this your way of pinning everything on me?"
Grandma.
