Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 832 - 518: Spare Me a Way Out

Henry Sullivan clenched his fist: "I’m sorry you had to endure this today. I’ll handle it."

"I’m not asking you to do anything about your mom, after all, she is your mother. I won’t say anything about that.

But you have to know about this matter.

Your mother’s behavior right now is really something I, as her half-daughter-in-law, cannot stand.

I know she likes that Florence Wilder and wants Florence to be your wife.

If I hadn’t married you, it wouldn’t matter, but the point is now... I am already the mother of your child. Why does she still have to make unreasonable trouble?

And Isla returned only to avoid James Yinley, what did she do wrong to deserve a slap from your mother?

Haven’t you thought about it? You’ve already wronged her enough; how much does the Sullivan family have to hurt her?

Do you know, Isla because of you..."

Ivy Miller stopped mid-sentence, and Henry Sullivan frowned: "Because of me, what happened?"

"Because of you, how much suffering has she endured? You should talk to your mom; not everyone in the world is obliged to put up with her."

Henry Sullivan nodded: "I understand, Ivy, I won’t let you down."

He said this as he reached for his car keys to leave, but Ivy Miller grabbed his hand: "Where are you going?"

"To see my dad."

"Now? I didn’t mean for you to rush into doing this. I just..."

After thinking for a moment, Ivy Miller let go of his hand: "Forget it, you should go. I feel like Mom is still afraid of you, and I won’t feel easy until I vent."

Henry Sullivan smiled as he ruffled her hair: "Stay home with Ivy, I’ll be back soon."

"Alright."

Watching Henry Sullivan leave, Ivy Miller felt both worried and hopeful.

She always felt that no one but Uncle Nathan Rhodes could handle him.

She was really puzzled, how could Nathan Rhodes put up with such a bad temper from his father-in-law, truly... impressive.

When Henry Sullivan got home, he sent the servants in the hall away, and Damian Sullivan, seeing him return with a dark face, frowned and asked: "What’s the matter, Henry, why the long face?"

"Where’s Mom?" Henry Sullivan’s voice wasn’t friendly.

"She’s upstairs."

He turned and walked upstairs, stopping at his parents’ bedroom door and knocked.

Nathan Rhodes assumed it was a servant coming to deliver something and said indifferently: "Come in."

Henry Sullivan pushed the door open. Nathan Rhodes had just washed her face and was sitting at the vanity applying skincare products.

She saw Henry Sullivan through the mirror, and sensing his cold demeanor, had a bad premonition.

"Henry, why are you back at this hour, is something wrong?"

Henry Sullivan walked over, took a document from his bag and placed it on the table: "Mom, take a look and sign it."

Nathan Rhodes picked up the document, her face turning green: "Henry Sullivan, what do you mean, you want to sever the mother-son relationship with me?"

"Yes, I want to sever this relationship. From now on, I am no longer your son.

I also hope you won’t interfere in my private life anymore.

The people I have loved, the ones I love now, have nothing to do with you.

Please, completely withdraw from my world."

Every word from Henry Sullivan was firm, conveying his anger.

Nathan Rhodes stood up and threw the document to the floor: "Did that slut say something to you?

Why didn’t you tell me she’s back? That troublemaker..."

"Enough, who is the troublemaker here? It’s you, don’t you get it yet?

Why should I tell you Isla is back?

So you can hurt her? Slap her like you did today?

What right do you have to treat her like that? Who do you think you are?"

"Henry Sullivan, don’t go overboard, isn’t it all because of you that I can’t stand her?

You think I like to go against others?

That woman came back to destroy you, don’t you get it?"

"How can you determine someone’s intention for returning?

Even if she did come back to do that, it’s what I deserve.

Having a mother like you has already ruined my life.

Do you know how much I hate you?"

"Henry Sullivan..." Nathan Rhodes roared.

From the doorway, Damian Sullivan’s displeased voice came: "Enough, Henry, are those even human words you’re speaking?

This is your mother, how can you speak to your mother like that?"

"Alright," Henry Sullivan shook his head, "I won’t waste words on you two.

Dad, Mom, I’m already forty, I’m not a four-year-old child.

I have no reason to let you keep destroying my life."