My mother ran over, out of breath, holding the medical report. “Camilla, are you really going to abort my grandson?!”
I suddenly remembered she had come for a checkup today; I didn’t expect to see her. Camilla sneered, “We’re divorced. If I want to hurt the child, it’s none of your business!”
My mother grabbed Camilla’s hand. “Did Ted bully you? Tell me…”
Camilla shoved her away. “You’re not my mother! You’re disgusting! Now that I have money, you’re pretending to care? Forget it! Your whole family stays out of this!”
My mother stepped back, clutching her head, pale. “Mom!” I quickly steadied her. “It’s okay, let her hit me if she wants. I can handle it.”
My mother shook in my arms, her lips purple. “No… no…”
“You old witch!” Michelle shouted at my mother. “Even if you’re alive, my daughter will never be with your useless son! And that child in her belly might not even be his!”
Hearing this, my mother’s face twisted in pain. I knew it was serious; she was having signs of a stroke.
I panicked and shouted for help, “Someone, hurry! My mom’s having a stroke!”
Derek sneered, “Camilla, don’t listen to them. They just want your money now that you’re rich, before the divorce.”
Camilla sneered, “What a clumsy trick! Your mom is just trying to scam me. I barely used any force. If she dies, it’s not my problem.”
I was shocked. My mother usually treated her better than her own son, feeding her every day and even using her pension to send her on trips.
After learning she was pregnant, she quickly bought 100 grams of gold for her. But now she was speaking badly?! Before I could respond, she rushed off with Derek and Michelle.
I ignored her and took my mother to the emergency room. Thirty minutes later, I saw Derek’s newest update.
In the video, Camilla and Derek were kissing passionately at the city’s priciest bar, shouting, “I’ll pay for everything!”
“Pay for everything?” This bar cost at least $2,000 per person. I scoffed and blocked Camilla’s family payment service and credit card.
A few hours later, Camilla angrily called me, “Ted! Why did you cancel my card?! Come pay the bill now!”
I laughed in frustration and said, “We’re getting a divorce and you still want me to pay for your things? Camilla, do you think I’m crazy?”
She paused, then said, “I’ll pay you back tomorrow when I get my $700,000 prize! You’re really arguing over that?”