I sneered, "Why should I listen to you? Who do you think you are?"
I turned and looked directly at Wesley. I spoke firmly, without a hint of fear. "I have already filed for divorce. It is your grandson who is refusing to let me go. If you are really capable, tell him to quit clinging and stop the endless entanglement."
Maybe Viola was right. Without him, my life might be more exciting.
For the past three years, I had been bound by the Hopkins family's outdated rules and my disabled body.
No job, no income, and hardly any independence - I had to rely on others for the basics.
Ford was certain that I couldn't live without him, and that was exactly what he was counting on.
But he didn't expect that someone determined to leave could not be stopped.
Wesley was so angry at my words that h
