"It doesn't matter if you don't sign. I'll file for divorce when the time comes."
I stood up, tugged my suitcase once again, and prepared to leave.
Jason hurriedly stopped me. "What do you mean by that? Why are you being so harsh? Besides, are you really serious about divorcing me?"
We were tussling in the hallway when the elevator doors suddenly opened.
Madam Ford came hurrying out, carrying a bag of items.
When she saw me, she quickly thrust the bag into my hands.
"I almost forgot! These are the salted duck eggs your mom cured a while back. She said you love them, but she can't keep track of dates well, so she asked me to hold onto them for her."
I held the heavy jar, and my eyes stung.
After listening to our conversation, Jason heaved a sigh of relief, and that mocking smile cre
