My head was already numb from the cold. It took me a while to nod before I numbly walked into the living room.

The moment I looked up, I saw Weston sitting in Mason's arms, watching TV while Fiona sat next to them and peeled fruit for them. The scene was so warm that it seemed like a family.

I ignored it and turned to go upstairs, but was stopped by Fiona.

"You know our son has a sensitive stomach and can only eat the food you make. In the future, you're not allowed to be out for more than an hour."

I pulled the corners of my lips and reminded her kindly, after remembering that I was about to leave.

"Then you'd better find him a nutritionist soon. If not, have Mr. Skyler learns it. I've got a detailed meal plan. After all, we're getting divorced soon."

There was a loud clatter as Fiona slammed the fruit knife onto the plate, the scraping sound jarring.

She then stood up and walked towards me, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the second floor.

"Zion, have I been too easy on you lately? How dare you bring up divorce at any time? Do you think I really wouldn't divorce you?"

Of course, she dared to divorce me. She had no feelings for me. The only reason she hadn't was to give Weston a complete family.

I suppressed my emotions and asked him calmly.

"Did Weston tell you that? That he needs me. Why don't you ask him yourself and see if he wants us to divorce?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Weston's disdainful voice drifted over.

"Mommy, I've wanted you to divorce him for a long time. I don't like him. I like Uncle Mason."

Mason, who had followed Weston over, quickly covered Weston's mouth.

"Kids shouldn't say things like that. You'll hurt your daddy's feelings."

That's what he said, but the delight in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

"He's not my daddy! I don't want a murderer to be my daddy!" Weston glared at me resentfully.

I shrugged at Fiona, saying helplessly, "See? He doesn't need me. Can we get a divorce now?"

Fiona frowned and said to Mason.

"Mason, take Weston downstairs first."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Mason's eyes before she turned and led Weston downstairs.

I spoke to Fiona once more while seeing her retreating figure, "Since you and Weston both like Mr. Skyler, why don't you just let him be your husband? I don't want to be it anymore."

"You're that eager to push me to someone else, huh?" she hissed through clenched teeth.