“I’m giving you two choices now. Either take the children and leave the country, or go back to your hometown. In short, never appear in front of me and Emma again.”
Frank pointed at her as he spoke.
Carol put on a deeply wronged expression, feigning to wipe away tears that weren’t there.
“Frank, I genuinely love you, and our children are so grown up now. They need a father, they need a complete family. That woman Emma doesn’t love you at all—she even hits you! Just divorce her, and our family of four can live happily together. I can even give you more children in the future…”
“Shut up!” Frank shoved her away forcefully.
“Carol, you’re a woman who drugged me and crawled into my bed, and you dare to dream of becoming Mrs. Thompson? You’ve got some nerve,” Frank said, his eyes filled with disgust as he pointed at her.
The thought of having been with a woman like her made him feel sick to his stomach.
“Frank, how can you say that about me? I’ve raised our two children all by myself all these years. If it wasn’t because they needed a father, I…”
Carol was about to start crying again, but Frank cut her off.
“Enough. Cut the act. The money I gave you back then was enough to raise ten children. You’ve squandered it all over the years and now you’re eyeing my company. Carol, it seems the money I gave you has made you greedy.”
“That’s not it, Frank, I really do love you…”
“Whether you love me or my money, you know the answer to that,” Frank said, then shot a cold glance at Eden and Vanessa.
Seeing this, Carol immediately gave her children a push.
The two children rushed forward and clung to Frank’s legs.
“Daddy, Daddy, please don’t leave us, don’t leave us!” Eden and Vanessa cried.


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