In my dad's eyes, a wife is a wife, and a mistress is a mistress. He never considered divorcing my mom, nor did he ever admit to having a mistress.

This was the greatest "loyalty" he gave my mother.

So, he often gave a slap, followed by a sweet reward.

Sure enough, the next day, my dad came looking for me, eagerly inviting me out to dinner.

He had booked the most expensive restaurant in the city and took me to the dining hall, finding an empty seat.

The restaurant was known for its seafood, so I thought my dad had finally had a change of heart and was going to treat me to a grand meal, but he didn't.

He only ordered a few ordinary home-style dishes.

"Is your mom still mad?"

He asked with a stiff face, still unable to lower his pride.

"No, she's not mad anymore." I replied coldly.

"Not mad, but she still won't come eat, will she? She's not even answering my calls." My dad snorted.

"I didn't answer your calls because I was too busy with work this time. Why hold on to this little thing forever?"

"It's fine. No need to answer anymore. You won't need to answer in the future either."

From now on, there will be no more calls.

Neither from my mother, nor from me.

"Why are you talking like that?" My dad was about to blow up, but suddenly seemed to remember something.

His face darkened, and in a low voice, he said, "What did your mom say? When is she going to give me back access to the card?"

So, he hadn't come to apologize or make amends. He had come for money.

"Dad, let me ask you a question first. Can you go to Disneyland while on a business trip?" I laughed.

My dad froze for a second, then, humiliated and enraged, he yelled, "Did your mom investigate me? You know this is an invasion of privacy, don't you?!"

I had thought he would at least feel guilty, but instead, he turned the tables and accused us. Shaking my head, I said, "Let's just eat. No need to waste this meal."

"Your mom is ridiculous! It was just a colleague on the trip, and her son insisted on going. I went along for a bit. Why blow it out of proportion?"

I focused on my meal, ignoring him.

Unable to contain himself anymore, my dad dropped the pretense. "Fine! Then let's end this. Call your mom now—I want a divorce!"

In the past, I used to look forward to having dinner with my dad.

He always claimed to be busy with work, having no time for me. The rare occasions when he took me and my mom out for a meal were times I cherished.

But later, I realized every time he said he was on a business trip, he was actually spending time with his mistress and her son.

It dawned on me that he only didn't have time for us.

I looked at my dad, now furious and fuming, and felt a mix of bitterness and irony.

This would be the last meal we ever had together.

Just then, a familiar figure approached us.

It was the mistress.

She swayed her hips as she walked over, looking down at me with a smug smile. "Mr. Jones, the dishes in the private room are ready, and the guests are waiting."

My dad's expression changed instantly. He hadn't expected her to be so bold. He quickly shot her a look. "Got it. I know. Uh... Assistant Green, go ahead and entertain the guests for now."

I let out a chuckle—so my dad was quite good at improvising.

"Mr. Jones, if you have things to handle, go ahead. We can talk about our matters another time." I stood up, ready to leave.

"Don't go, Gloria," my dad said, flustered, grabbing my arm.

I glanced over at the private room where the mistress had emerged. The table was laden with delicacies, a stark contrast to the plain dishes in front of me.

I thought to myself, I really shouldn't have come today. Shaking off his hand, I walked straight toward the door.

"Gloria Jones! If you walk out that door today, don't bother calling me dad again!"

I let him shout. I had long stopped wanting to call him dad.

"Fine! Your mom won't answer my calls, huh? Then I'll call your grandfather!"

The moment I heard that, my heart sank, and I immediately turned to stop him—but it was too late.

"Dad, tell Olivia to stop acting. She won't pick up. Fine. We'll go to the civil affairs bureau tomorrow!"

Once again, my heart plummeted. These past days, my grandfather had already been heartbroken over losing his daughter, and now my dad was going to hurt him even more!

I heard my grandfather‘s voice on the other end of the line, angrily cursing my father. "Max Jones, you beast! How could you neglect your wife even in death? You are utterly heartless!"