Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 137

Arthur's expression darkened, "Sylvia, don't overstep your boundaries."

It was already midnight, and he considered it a significant concession to come personally.

Sylvia snorted, "What boundary have I overstepped? What 'inch' did you give me, and how many 'feet' did I get? In our marriage, when we divorced, I left the house with nothing, completely out of your family! Two years of being a free nanny, what did I gain? Except for your betrayal and abandonment, what else do I have?"

Recalling the challenges of raising the children over the years, a fiery glint appeared in her eyes, and the wounds from the past reopened in her heart, oozing with pain.

She would never erase the memories of the man before her, his indifference and heartlessness etched into her being!

After a moment of silence, he abruptly pulled out a check from his pocket, "How much do you want?"

She remained unyielding, not because he refused to give it to her!

"Never mind," she said with no emotion. "I want something you can never afford. Didn't you claim I used all sorts of tricks to marry you? Well, rest assured, the past will be forgotten, but what's owed will be paid! From now on, I will claim everything that rightfully belongs to me, not a penny less."

Arthur narrowed his eyes.

This woman was truly audacious. She demanded what she wanted without compromise!

He pocketed the check and sneered, "Suit yourself. However, you're expected at my residence tomorrow morning. Consider yourself officially hired as my son's therapist."

Had it not been for his son's illness and his mother's ultimatum, he wouldn't have stooped to making this visit.

He turned on his heel and walked away.

"Hold on," Sylvia glared at his retreating figure and sternly halted him.

Arthur halted and faced her.

"Mr. Bridgewater, do you truly believe that money can control me?" Her tone was as icy as her resolve.

This man invited her to be his son's therapist, not a single "please" uttered. He left without a word, as if he considered himself the Jade Emperor!

"First and foremost, you should understand that Gucci Company can't survive without me. Since it's at a critical juncture, my attention needs to stay here."

He furrowed his brow, "Are you suggesting that looking after my son is merely a minor aspect of your life? An afterthought?"

Sylvia gave him a sidelong glance and replied, "Mr. Bridgewater, you have wealth and influence, so you don't need to hustle for a living. But as for me, I have dependents of various ages, so I must sustain myself. Besides, Gucci Company is in the process of reconstruction. What priority do you think I should give to taking care of your son, considering the limited time?"

"Are you married?" Surprise flickered in his eyes, and his expression darkened.

She pressed her lips together and swiftly shifted the conversation, "Mr. Bridgewater, are you suggesting that my argument is valid?"

"Well, if you're so busy, why are you still striving to take care of my son?"

"But now, you've invited me," she retorted aggressively.

Arthur hesitated and cleared his throat, "Don't make things difficult. If it weren't for you winning over my son, would he still remember you? What happened today?"