However, Sofia snatched the agreement back. “Ethan, I’ll give you one more chance. If you apologize to us, I’ll plead for you to stay.”
I couldn’t comprehend the struggle in Sofia’s expression. If she truly cared about me and our daughter, how could she have allowed us to endure years of mistreatment from this family?
Or was this just another ploy, a way to give me false hope so she could humiliate me once more?
I pushed these thoughts aside and took the divorce papers from her hand, signing my name decisively.
Sofia, fuming, swung her hand to slap me, but I stepped back just in time. “Ethan, after everything, you’re still so heartless! Anyone else would have softened by now, but not you! Get out of this house, and don’t you dare take a single thing with you!”
I couldn’t understand Sofia’s words. She spoke as if she had given me so much, but aside from giving birth to my daughter, all she had brought me was pain.
The debt I owed Sofia for giving me Luna had been repaid in full over the past eight years, as I worked like a servant and became the laughingstock of Savannah.
I owed them nothing.
I picked up my daughter and walked out of the Robertson mansion under the scornful gazes of their servants.
Despite her fear, Luna clung to me and walked away firmly from the Robertson family.
“Daddy, where will we go now?” Luna asked, her voice trembling.
I patted her head gently to reassure her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy is taking you to meet our real family.”
I pulled out my phone and dialed the number I had saved three days ago. “Is this Lucy Thompson? Please inform Grandpa that I’ve cut ties with the Robertsons. It’s time to come and bring us back to the Pritchard family.”
A fleet of Rolls-Royce Phantoms entered the neighborhood, coming to a stop in front of me one by one.
Lucy Thompson, the chief secretary of the Pritchard family, stepped out in a crisp white suit, leading a line of Pritchard family guards who formed two rows in front of me, all bowing before me.
“Welcome home, sir!”
Curious neighbors peered out from their windows, and I caught a glimpse of someone taking out a phone to record the scene.
I gently pressed Luna’s face against my chest, shielding her identity. I didn’t care about my own exposure, but it would be dangerous if anyone found out who Luna was.
“We shouldn’t delay, Lucy. Let’s head home to see Grandpa.”
“Yes, sir!”