Chapter 3

Henry first blamed me for hanging up on him, while Carl felt dejected when he discovered that I hadn't made him any rainbow ricotta gnocchi.

"Grandma, where's my rainbow ricotta gnocchi? I want my rainbow ricotta gnocchi!" Carl complained.

"I didn't make any," I responded.

Instantly, Carl began to cry, and Lily held him in her arms to soothe him.

In disbelief, Henry stood before me, scowling. "Have you gone mad, Mom? You hung up on me and haven't made any gnocchi for Carl… What have you been doing at home all day today?"

His tone was not that of someone speaking to his mother but rather that of someone addressing a nanny.

Calmly, I looked at him and asked, "You aren't afraid of heights, are you?"

A wave of shock swept across his face as he looked away.

"You'd tell me you're afraid of heights because you didn't want to trim the trees for me, yet you'd do the same for her?" I questioned.

"Her?" Henry hurriedly interrupted. "Aunt Karen's a weak lady, so it's only natural for me to help her, isn't it? Plus, isn't she your best friend?"

I silently stared at Henry, the son for whom I had nearly sacrificed my life to give birth.

I recalled how much he had cried when I didn't have enough milk to breastfeed him and how he refused to drink any milk powder.

It wasn't until I was able to squeeze out whatever little milk I could that his cries turned to laughter.

At that time, I would look at his laughing face and pinch his chubby cheek, admiring how cute he was.

In the past, he would stick so close to me that his first words were "Mama".

In fact, he would even insist on sleeping with me despite being in elementary school. He tended to say he would stay with me and love me forever when I told him he was a grown-up and needed to sleep on his own.

Yet, that was a promise he couldn't keep.

Instead, he treated me like a nanny, hurling harsh words about my lack of education and criticizing me for not even graduating from elementary school.

In contrast, his father had the ability to pave his future, while Karen's presence in his life made him feel special.

In response, I said, "From this day forth, you're no longer my son."

Henry merely looked at me with disdain, as if I were some madwoman.

Gordon, who had remained silent the entire time, scowled. "What in the world are you thinking? Why would you ruin such a happy mood like that?"

Calmly, I looked at him and continued. "And you, Gordon, are no longer my husband."

With a frown, Gordon asked, "What did you say?"

"I'm fed up with you. I want a divorce!" I demanded.

Gordon's eyes flared as he coldly replied, "A divorce? At our age?! What a load of nonsense!"

Lily grabbed my hand in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Calm down, Mom… Has Dad done something wrong?"

Henry angrily interjected, "What could Dad have possibly done wrong? I'm sure she's just itching for an argument because she has nothing better to do.

"You'd best apologize to Dad right now. And I'd never agree to you getting a divorce…"

Henry kept blabbering until I could no longer hold it in and yelled, "Who are you to decide whether I get a divorce or not?!"