Ironically, ever since my mother stopped doing housework because of the divorce, they had quickly hired three maids.
They were visibly stunned when they saw the police. When they realized I was the one who called them, my father was livid.
"Arthur, what do you want?!"
I extended my hand toward him, "Dad, you keep saying my mom is having an affair—show me the evidence."
Judy hurried over, pressing down my hand with a smile, "Arthur, there's no such thing. How could your father have any evidence?"
I looked at her, "Oh, no evidence? Then if you slander us again, I'll sue you for defamation."
Of course, they wouldn't dare reveal what they had done.
My father's face darkened.
The police, seeing this as a family dispute, were about to leave when I pulled out my phone and showed them.
