Noticing I stayed quiet, Bryce, worried I might refuse, quickly added, “Margaret! You don’t get a choice in this!”

“If you agree to the divorce and abort the child, I can be generous. I'll give you the house!”

Hearing that, I pretended to look crushed and nodded. “Alright, I’ll take the house. Let’s get the divorce and end the pregnancy right now.”

As soon as I said that, Bryce moved fast, afraid I’d suddenly change my mind.

When we got to City Hall, the clerk handed us a pile of documents. “Have you settled how to divide the assets?”

Snatching up the pen, Bryce immediately signed. “The house goes to Margaret, and there’s no need to split the savings anyway; she’s broke and barely has any money.”

Standing beside him, Tabitha nodded and said coldly, “Getting a house for nothing just by divorcing, Margaret, you’ve got some nerve.”

I kept silent and signed my name with no expression.

As soon as both of us finished signing, Bryce let out a breath of relief. Then he rushed me straight to the hospital.

Suddenly, Tabitha turned to me. “If the doctor asks anything, you have to say you’re aborting the baby by choice!”

“Otherwise, my son can take back that house anytime he wants!”

Swallowing my disgust, I nodded in agreement. After all, I had no intention of keeping the baby.

Looking over the ultrasound report, the doctor pushed his glasses up and said, “You’re three months along. The baby’s growing well, and it’s the one you’ve been trying to have for years.”

“Are you absolutely sure you want an abortion?”

“Of course!” Bryce blurted out. “As long as the abortion can be done right away, I’ll pay whatever it costs!”

“This way, she can’t use the baby as a reason to ask me for money later!”

“Abortion?” A voice called out from the hallway.

My mother came rushing in, gripping her test results, out of breath. “Bryce, what did you just say about ending the pregnancy?!”

That’s when I recalled she was here for a check-up today. I hadn’t expected we’d run into each other.

Bryce laughed coldly. “Your daughter and I are already divorced. We can do whatever we want with the baby; it’s got nothing to do with you!”

Rushing forward, Mom grabbed Bryce’s hand. “No, abortion will hurt Margaret badly. And this baby, isn’t it the one you both wanted so much?”

“If you’re just arguing, you can tell Mom…”

Bryce pushed her away. “What Mom!? You’re no mother to me! Disgusting!”

“Now that I’ve got money, you’re acting again, huh? None of you in your family will see a single penny from me!”

Backing away several steps, Mom suddenly clutched her head, her face going pale.

“Mom!” I quickly caught her. “It’s okay. If he wants to abort it, let him. I can deal with it.”

Shaking in my arms, Mom’s lips turned purple. “Don’t… don’t…”

“You awful old lady!” Tabitha pointed at Mom and cursed, “Even if you drop dead right here, my son will never be with your useless daughter again!”

“Besides, who even knows if the baby in your daughter’s belly belongs to my son!”

Hearing that, Mom’s face tightened in even greater pain. Suddenly, I understood, these were the symptoms of a stroke!

I immediately called for the doctor. “My mom’s having a stroke! Somebody, please come now!”

Yet Edith coldly smirked. “Bryce, don’t believe a word they say.”

“They just found out you’re rich and want to trick you out of money before the divorce goes through.”

“What a cheap act. How low can they sink?”

Right after saying that, Bryce glanced at me, clearly mocking. “Your mom’s just faking it!”

“And besides, I didn’t even shove her that hard. Even if she actually dies, it’s not my problem.”

I was surprised. My mother had always treated him better than she ever treated her own daughter.

Not only did she cook every meal for him three times a day, but she also used her own pension money to send him on vacations.

When she learned I was pregnant, she worried he might feel too much pressure and even talked with me about putting the old family home under his name.

And now he could actually say something so ridiculous?

Before I could even respond, he rushed off with Edith and Tabitha. Ignoring him completely, I sent my mother straight to the emergency room.

After that, without turning around once, I walked into the abortion room.

Thirty minutes later, I came across Edith’s latest post.

In the video, she and Bryce were kissing wildly in the city’s most expensive bar, yelling, “Everyone’s drinks are on me!”

Everyone was on him? That bar costs at least twenty thousand dollars per person.

I let out a cold laugh and right away canceled every card and credit limit I had opened for Bryce.

Sure enough, a few hours later, Bryce called, shouting angrily. “Margaret! Who said you could freeze my cards?!”

“Get over here right now and pay the bill!”

I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh and asked, “We’re already divorced, and you still expect me to cover your bill?”

“Bryce, do you honestly think I’ve lost my mind?”

He paused for a second before saying, “Once I claim the prize tomorrow, I’ll give it back to you!”

“It’s just five million, are you really going to be that stingy?”

Saying nothing, I ended the call and blocked his number.

Did he actually believe I’d keep spoiling him like before? Did he really think that money was his to spend?

After cutting the line, I called another number. “Hello, Detective Wagner? I’ve got something that needs your help.”

The next morning, I stayed beside my mother’s hospital bed. Her face was pale, and she was still unconscious and weak.

The doctor explained that she had suffered both psychological trauma and physical injury and would need long-term rest to recover.

I gave a nod and went out to get some breakfast. But just outside, I ran into Bryce and the others.

At that moment, I recalled that the hospital was near the prize claim center.

As soon as they noticed me, their steps halted.

Bryce glanced at me furiously. “You blocked me over five million! You’re too much!”

“Because of you, I had to sign a guarantee letter in front of everyone at the bar, saying I’d pay it back today!”

“Once I cash in the prize, I’ll make you pay for this!”

Standing beside him were a few troublemakers with dyed yellow hair.

I had told Bryce many times to keep away from them, yet he’d been pretending to listen while doing the opposite behind my back.

Those guys gave me cruel smirks.

“I heard your mom had a stroke and’s lying in the hospital, huh? Costs thousands a day to keep her there. If you’ve got no money, why don’t you just take her home and wait for her to die?”

“Check out that expression, she’s probably here to beg Bryce for pity, hoping he’ll feel sorry for her and hand over some cash to save that old woman.”

“Bryce, don’t soften up. Garbage like her family deserves to vanish completely.”

Edith hooked her arms around his. “Bryce, let’s go redeem the prize.”

“When the money’s in hand, we can take our time getting back at this useless woman.”

At hearing about claiming the prize, Bryce’s eyes brightened with excitement, and he gave a cold smile. “Margaret, without me, you’re nothing!”

“Today, I’ll show you what a hundred million really looks like!”

“Just wait until you choke on envy.” Tabitha strutted beside him, proud and delighted.

While they were talking, a van stopped in front of us, and several big men stepped out.

The tattooed man in front glared hard. “The bar bill from last night was five million. You promised yourself you’d pay it today.”

Startled, Bryce muttered impatiently, “What are you rushing for? You’ll get your money soon enough!”

Instantly, Edith stepped in front of Bryce. “Why rush it? It’s only five million, isn't it?”

“When we’re done here, we’ll pay you right away!”

“Listen up! From now on, we’re going to be top VIPs at your bar! If anyone dares to treat us badly again, I’ll have you all fired!”

With an eye roll, they turned and headed into the prize center together.

Confidently, Bryce handed the scratch card to the employee. “Hi, I’m here to claim the prize, one hundred million.”

The employee picked up the scratch card, checked it several times, then ran it through the scanner.

Beep. After the sound, the machine said, “Scratch card invalid.”