My words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving the Robertsons stunned.

After a moment of shock, they quickly burst to scornful laughter.

George laughed so hard that he spilled his tea, saying, “That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard today, Ethan. Without us, you’re nothing but a worthless nobody, and you dare to talk about divorce?”

Margaret sneered, her eyes narrowing as she looked me up and down. “You must be joking. Who do you think you are? If there’s going to be a divorce, it will be our family divorcing you!”

I was done tolerating the Robertsons’ insults. “I’ll give you one last chance – have Henry apologize to Luna, or the humiliation you’ve inflicted on us today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!”

Stella responded by raising her hand to slap me again. “How dare you! You’re nothing but a piece of shit, and you dare to disrespect us?”

This time, I didn’t hold back. I blocked her hand with a swift motion.

Sofia stood up, supporting her sister, and glared at me in fury. “Ethan! I was going to be generous and give you some money, but you’ve gone too far! You won’t get a cent from our family! If we divorce, you’ll leave with nothing!”

A servant promptly brought out a divorce agreement, clearly indicating that the Robertsons had planned this all along.

Without hesitation, I took the pen and prepared to sign the divorce papers.

However, Sofia snatched the agreement back. “Ethan, I’ll give you one more chance. If you apologize to us, I’ll plead for you to stay.”

I couldn’t comprehend the struggle in Sofia’s expression. If she truly cared about me and our daughter, how could she have allowed us to endure years of mistreatment from this family?

Or was this just another ploy, a way to give me false hope so she could humiliate me once more?

I pushed these thoughts aside and took the divorce papers from her hand, signing my name decisively.

Sofia, fuming, swung her hand to slap me, but I stepped back just in time. “Ethan, after everything, you’re still so heartless! Anyone else would have softened by now, but not you! Get out of this house, and don’t you dare take a single thing with you!”

I couldn’t understand Sofia’s words. She spoke as if she had given me so much, but aside from giving birth to my daughter, all she had brought me was pain.

The debt I owed Sofia for giving me Luna had been repaid in full over the past eight years, as I worked like a servant and became the laughingstock of Savannah.

I owed them nothing.

I picked up my daughter and walked out of the Robertson mansion under the scornful gazes of their servants.

Despite her fear, Luna clung to me and walked away firmly from the Robertson family.

“Daddy, where will we go now?” Luna asked, her voice trembling.

I patted her head gently to reassure her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy is taking you to meet our real family.”

I pulled out my phone and dialed the number I had saved three days ago. “Is this Lucy Thompson? Please inform Grandpa that I’ve cut ties with the Robertsons. It’s time to come and bring us back to the Pritchard family.”

A fleet of Rolls-Royce Phantoms entered the neighborhood, coming to a stop in front of me one by one.

Lucy Thompson, the chief secretary of the Pritchard family, stepped out in a crisp white suit, leading a line of Pritchard family guards who formed two rows in front of me, all bowing before me.

“Welcome home, sir!”

Curious neighbors peered out from their windows, and I caught a glimpse of someone taking out a phone to record the scene.

I gently pressed Luna’s face against my chest, shielding her identity. I didn’t care about my own exposure, but it would be dangerous if anyone found out who Luna was.

“We shouldn’t delay, Lucy. Let’s head home to see Grandpa.”

“Yes, sir!”

Lucy opened the car door, and I climbed into the Rolls-Royce with Luna, with Lucy joining us inside.

Noticing the state of Luna’s hands, Lucy promptly retrieved a first aid kit from the car and knelt beside her.

“Little Miss, please allow me to tend to your wounds to prevent infection.”

Luna looked at me uneasily, and I gave her a reassuring smile before she offered her hand to Lucy.

As Lucy gently bandaged Luna’s hand, her eyes narrowed. “Sir, did the Robertson family cause these injuries? Would you like me to deal with them?”

Dealing with the Robertson family? I frowned at the thought.

“No, this is between me and the Robertsons. I’ll handle it myself.”

My tone was firm, and Lucy, clearly shaken, knelt fully on the floor. “Forgive my overstepping, Sir! Please grant me your pardon!”

I raised an eyebrow, impressed by the Pritchard family’s strict discipline. “It’s not your fault. You may rise and continue tending to Luna.”

“Yes, sir!”

To ease the tension, I checked my phone and saw that a video of the Pritchard family’s fleet entering the neighborhood had been uploaded to the homeowners’ group chat. The chat was buzzing with speculation.

I played the video, relieved to see that it hadn’t captured any footage of me or Luna, only of Lucy entering the car.

As the wealthiest family in Savannah, the Pritchards had many enemies, and I couldn’t risk exposing Luna to danger.

[Was that the Pritchard family’s convoy that just entered the neighborhood? I saw their crest on the cars!]

[Who could be important enough to warrant the Pritchard family’s fleet coming here?]

[It looked like they were heading towards the Robertsons’… @StellaRobertson, was that a guest of yours the Pritchards came to pick up?]

Playing the part, Stella responded shamelessly, “Ms. Thompson, the Pritchard family’s chief secretary, came to discuss a project with us. Apologies for the commotion their convoy caused.”

The chat erupted with flattery for the Robertsons, and a cold smile crept onto my lips as I deleted the group.

If Stella wanted to pretend to be more important than she was, she’d soon learn the consequences of such a lie.