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."