chapter 7 I want a divorce

"Why doesn't he just die?"
Just got back to the villa of the Thrussell family, the front gate wasn't even closed yet, and Chole, who had been suppressing her anger all night, exploded.
"Get this useless waste out of here, out of our Thrussell family," she pointed at Murray, who hadn't even entered, and shouted, "Roll as far away as you can."
Murray publicly exposed the calligraphy and paintings as fakes, not only fiercely slapping Paddy's face, but also putting her, the main character, in an awkward position.
Even a freeloader could tell it was a fake, but she and Qazen couldn't, isn't that worse than useless?
Chole couldn't tell everyone that she was deliberately favoring Paddy.
Of course, what she was truly angry about was that ginseng fruit.
Worth 400,000 dollars.
Longevity and health.
Such a precious thing, Murray ate it all by himself.
You see, it was originally meant for Quinn and herself.
This made Chole's heart ache.
It felt like washing away a 400,000 dollars lottery ticket in the washing machine.
She felt embarrassed, angry, and wronged.
But she wouldn't blame Paddy and his wife, only hate the disobedient Murray.
"Get out, do you hear me?"
"The Thrussell family doesn't want an ingrate like you," Chole screamed at Murray.
Quinn looked helpless, wanting to say something but ultimately remained silent.
Murray didn't enter the house, to avoid polluting the environment with noise.
After practicing the Tai Chi Sutra and mastering the Jade of Life and Death, Murray unconsciously became more confident and composed.
"Mom, what did I do wrong?" Murray, no longer the weakling he used to be, spoke openly, "The painting wasn't even a gift from me, it was from my brother-in-law. If you want to scold someone, scold him for giving a fake."
"And also, that ginseng fruit, you all said it was trash."
"No matter how uncomfortable you feel, you can't blame me." Murray calmly faced Chole's sharp gaze.
"Do you think I'm blind and can't tell that the painting is fake? That the ginseng fruit is real?"
"I saw through it all at a glance."
"But in that situation, can I slap my brother-in-law's face?" Chole sternly shouted.
"You can't slap your brother-in-law's face, so can you slap mine?"
"And twisting right and wrong, it's very unfair to me," Murray revealed with a hint of mockery.
Freya couldn't help but frown, feeling that Murray was different from before.
"Slap your face? What kind of face can a son-in-law like you have?" Chole became even more furious, "Is your face comparable to your brother-in-law's?"
"A househusband who only does housework, how can you compare to your brother-in-law who runs his own business?"
"Paddy gives tens of thousands to the Thrussell family every year, and you spend tens of thousands from the Thrussell family, how can you compare?"
"Me slapping your face is your honor," she scolded Murray, "Honor, do you understand?"
In Chole's view, Murray should endure all oppression and unfairness, and any resistance would be considered a great betrayal.
Murray faintly smiled and said nothing more, just looked at Freya, hoping she would speak a few fair words.
Murray wasn't afraid of Chole tearing off the facade, but he hoped that at this moment, he wasn't alone.
He wanted to make it clear that he was a man with a wife.
"Alright, it's late, stop arguing." Freya coldly glanced at him and said impatiently.
"Murray, apologize to Mom."
"No matter what, Mom is the elder, if she's angry, it means you're in the wrong."
"Hurry up and apologize to Mom." Freya ultimately stood on her mother's side.
"Murray, apologize." Quinn chimed in.
"I don't want him to apologize, I want him to get lost." Chole pointed outside and shouted.
"Mom, I want to divorce Freya." Murray stepped forward and calmly said.
"Fine..." Chole subconsciously continued, "Then divorce..." but halfway through, she shuddered, "What did you say?"
"I want to divorce Freya," Murray repeated.
Divorce?
The whole family fell into silence.
Chole and the others stared at Murray in shock.
No one had expected Murray to say such a thing.
According to Chole's expectations, Murray should kneel down, weep, and beg for forgiveness.
After all, Murray was useless, couldn't even find a job, and needed the Thrussell family's pocket money to treat Isla.
But instead, he wanted to divorce Freya.
This sentence not only shocked Chole and the others but also made them feel uneasy.
"You... want to divorce me?" Freya also looked stunned.
"It's better to part on good terms."
Murray said lightly, "For the Thrussell family, my value as a son-in-law has been exhausted. Staying will only be a burden on all of you."
"Freya, bring your household registration book tomorrow. We'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce."
Freya's attitude just now dashed any remaining hope he had for the two of them.
She had never regarded herself as a wife. It had all been wishful thinking on his part.
In his mind, the impression of meeting her eighteen years ago reappeared.
But people change. The girl who once had a temper but was clear about right and wrong had long vanished... "Divorce?"
"A freeloader dares to talk about divorce? Do you think highly of yourself?" Chole also realized what was happening, and she laughed in anger.
For months, she had wanted Freya to divorce Murray more than once, but there were always unexpected obstacles.
Chole had been eager for Murray to leave the Thrussell family as soon as possible. But now, she didn't feel the same way.
Because this was Murray's initiative.
It wasn't just a matter of losing face for her daughter, but also for her and the Thrussell family.
"What right do you have to talk about divorce?"
"Without the Thrussell family, you, a good-for-nothing, would starve to death in less than two days." Chole pointed at Murray angrily.
"Let's get divorced. I don't want any ties with the Thrussell family." Murray's gaze was calm.
"Don't want any ties with the Thrussell family?"
"Fine, let's get divorced. But I won't let go of the 75,000 dollars." Chole laughed in anger.
"This year, you've been living off the Thrussell family, eating our food, drinking our drinks, and staying in their house. You owe us a huge favor."
Her voice suddenly rose, "If you want a divorce, fine, first settle this debt."
"How do I settle it?" Murray spoke calmly.
"The Four Seas Chamber of Commerce owes my Spring Breeze Clinic 300,000 dollars for goods."
"If you have the ability and the guts, go get that money back for me tomorrow." Chole sneered.
"Once you've done that, I'll let Freya divorce you immediately."
She forced Murray to the brink, "Otherwise, you'll go do hard labor, sell your blood, work like a dog, and still owe the Thrussell family this debt."
"Mom..." "Shut up!" Freya's pretty face changed.
Chole interrupted Freya and stared at Murray, speaking coldly, "Is there a problem?"
Murray nodded, "No problem."
Then, he silently crossed the hall, went upstairs, and arrived at Freya's bedroom.
The bedroom was a suite, with a small hall leading to an inner room.
Freya stayed inside, while Murray slept on the sofa in the small hall.
For a year, Murray and Freya were separated by a wall, never getting physically close.
Chole would occasionally mock him as a watchdog.
Countless times, Murray yearned to sleep in the big bed inside the room.
But over the years, he realized that it was an unattainable fantasy.
Tonight, he knew it was time to let go... As soon as Murray sat down on the sofa, Freya pushed the door open and stormed in, demanding, "Murray, who do you think you are? What right do you have to look down on me?"
She bluntly questioned, "Why do you think you can divorce me?"
Murray deliberately provoked her, "A crazy woman who can't tell right from wrong. Should I keep you around for the New Year?"
"A crazy woman?"
Freya angrily laughed, "And what are you?"
"You can't find a job, can't do housework, and you even have to ask a crazy woman for money to treat your mother. You're nothing but a waste, worse than a crazy woman."
She looked down on Murray even more, seeing him as not only weak and incompetent but also arrogant.
Murray smiled without responding, "So I'm a waste. Then let's divorce sooner rather than later, and part on good terms."
Freya, feeling both angry and embarrassed, retorted, "You have no right to talk about divorce. Only I can divorce you."
"Do you think you can get back two million, Murray? Don't overestimate yourself."
She sneered, "With the debt from the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, a waste like you wouldn't be able to get it back even in a hundred years..." After saying this, Freya slammed the door and left.
She would never believe that Murray could retrieve the 300,000 dollars debt.
But she couldn't shake off a certain feeling.
When she had just locked eyes with Murray, she had seen a depth in his eyes, along with an incredible confidence...