I threw the pen down and protested, "It's impossible!"

My son, Max, had excellent academic performance, which was completely due to his inherited talent from me.

If he lived with Ada, he would definitely be significantly affected. Besides, how could she be a parent?

I firmly refused, "Max must live with me. It's non-negotiable."

Listening to my words, Ada slapped me and glared at me.

I suddenly flared up and prepared to say something, but Ada hit my head with her bag.

My forehead was instantly cut by the metal buckle of the bag, and blood flowed down, blurring my eyes. I was severely hurt.

But Ada didn't care about me and said condescendingly, "Am I discussing it with you?

"Don't you know who you are? Are you worthy of being a dad?

"If Max lives with you, he will be as useless as you!

"Only a successful person like Eric is qualified to be Max's dad!"

Just then, the door opened, and Max came back.

He was holding the basketball and saw that my face was covered in blood.

I expected him to be shocked and concerned. However, he just sighed softly, "Mom, did you cause this wimp to bleed?"

I was shocked, and I couldn't believe what I heard.

Since Max was born, I always bought whatever he wanted and never let him suffer.

Why was he indifferent?

I immediately glared at Ada, gritting my teeth, "How could you corrupt Max?"

A basketball suddenly flew over and hit me.

I was caught off guard and fell onto the sofa.

Before I gathered my wits, Max rushed to me, grabbed my neck, and said with bloodshot eyes, "Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to Mom like that?"

I stared at him dumbfounded.

Because I couldn't breathe, my face turned red, and I felt very uncomfortable.

There was no greater sorrow than heartbreak, and I was completely disappointed with Ada and Max.

Ada clapped and cheered, "Max, you're good."

Then, she took out her phone and started to transfer money. "Max, your dad, Eric, said that he might be too busy to celebrate your birthday.

"So, Eric gave me ten thousand dollars and asked me to transfer it to you. You can buy whatever you want. If it isn't enough, just tell him. He will give you more."

Ada glanced at me with sarcasm.

After seeing the transfer message on the phone, Max immediately smiled. "Mom, thank Eric for me."

But he quickly changed his mind, "No. I'll call him and thank him myself."

Max called Eric and deliberately turned on the loudspeaker.

Eric laughed. "It's nothing to me. You told me that you wanted to buy a car? Well, hen after I get a promotion and a raise in a few days, I'll buy it."

Max cheered, and it seemed that Eric was Max's father.

Ada glanced at me and said to Eric tenderly, "Eric, I'm divorced. From now on, we are a family.

"To celebrate my success in get ridding of that loser and bad life, how about you picking us up and have a meal?"

Eric smiled and agreed, "Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Ada noticed that I hadn't signed yet, then she became angry.

She glared at me, spitting, "What are you doing? Why don't you sign it quickly? I want to leave right now. I feel sick just looking at you."

I gave up on Ada, but I was unwilling to let Max go. After all, he was my son.

Standing up, I grabbed Max's hand and urged him, "Max, live with me. I'm a billionaire. I have plenty of money. I can give you anything."

Max slapped me, and my mouth was broken.

He widened his eyes and said sarcastically, "A billionaire? Ha, you loser. If I lie with you, I'll never be able to buy a car.

"Go to hell!"

He kicked me to the ground and guffawed, "A billionaire? You would be powerful if you had ten thousand dollars."

"Pooh!"

Ada hailed, "It's good, Max."

She came over and kicked me with her high heels. Then, she ordered, "Don't come possum. Sign the agreement quickly. I'll done with you, and don't contact us."

I looked up at Ada and Max.

They really thought they would be able to have a good life soon, and they were joyful.

"Well, I help you. You'll regret it."

I picked up the pen and signed.

Ada grabbed the agreement as if she was afraid that I would regret it. She said excitedly, "Max, smash the house. Don't leave anything intact for this loser!

"He has caused us so much suffering for so many years. Don't make it easy on him!"

I hurriedly stopped her. "I'm warning you. These things are expensive. If you smash them, you won't be able to afford the compensation!"

Ada burst into laughter, and it was like I was kidding her.

She broke the coffee table. "Are you kidding me? I've used the furniture for so many years. Don't I know the price? How dare you scare me?"

"Humph, even if they're really expensive, Eric can afford them."

"Max, smash it!"

Max nodded and picked up a wooden chair to slam it on the coffee table.

The glass shattered instantly.

Instead of scaring Max, the loud noise aroused his stronger desire for destruction.

Ada also smashed furniture.

They smashed all the furniture, including the wallpaper, doors, and windows. Only load-bearing walls were not destroyed.

In the end, Ada saw my mother's portrait hanging on the wall.

She took it and smiled. "Max, where is the lighter? Burn it."

"How dare you!" I stood up suddenly with anger. I quickly stepped forward, pointed at Ada, and warned her, "I don't care if you hit or smash things. But, if you dare to touch my mom's portrait, I'll fight you!" Hearing my threat, Ada wasn't afraid but sneered. She was confident that I wouldn't dare hurt her and Max. Max took out a lighter. Ada snatched it away and burned the portrait. "Stop!" I rushed over and snatched the portrait. Then, I slapped Ada and put out the fire, but one-third of the portrait was still burned, and it became yellow and black. "Mom, it's my fault." I burst into tears, holding the portrait. "You should hurt Mom, I'll kill you!" Max hit me from behind. My eyes dulled, and I slumped to the ground. 4 I felt like my brain was about to burst in pain, and I screamed in agony. I touched my head and found that it was covered in blood. When I looked back, I noticed that Max was actually holding an ashtray.

"Let me do it." Ada snatched the ashtray and threw it at me.

I had a head injury, so I was weak and couldn't resist. What I could do was raise my hands to protect myself.

The ashtray hit my arm again and again, and my bones broke in sharp pain.

I didn't know how many times Ada hit me.

Ada suddenly heard someone knocking and stopped reluctantly, "It must Eric. Open the door."