I eventually dialed her number, only to find it busy.

Sitting on the bed, I was at a loss.

Suddenly, the phone rang, startling me. It was my mother, Sophie Bogart, calling.

"Humphrey, the Fox family doesn't take you seriously at all!"

I had planned to settle everything before informing my parents, but at that moment, I didn't know what to say.

Perhaps sensing my helplessness, my dad, Timothy Bogart, loudly reassured me.

"Don't worry. What can the Fox family do with their money? Worst case, you come back to inherit the family fortune. You have me backing you up."

"Yeah, I know, don't worry. I can handle it."

After hanging up, I couldn't help but chuckle, thinking, "Dad really knows how to brag, huh? Inherit the family business? Inherit that little house back home?"

But when I saw the photo Eric sent, I felt compelled. If I didn't act, how could I call myself a man?

I took out my phone and checked all the evidence I held. The images were unbearable but were the best evidence of her infidelity.

Then I went to the Fox Manor. Seeing me, the Fox Manor's housekeeper sneered a few words.

I refused to leave, so she told me to wait and went inside.

I waited for half an hour before someone opened the door. But it wasn't Megan I saw. It was Leonardo.

"Megan isn't up yet. Why don't you come in first?"

Expressionless, I entered the house. Everything inside was still unfamiliar.

Leonardo handed me a cup of coffee, playing the part of a gracious host.

"Humphrey, after all these years, if you had made some progress, Megan's father wouldn't have looked down on you."

I looked at this rich second-generation guy who lived off his parents' money, but I didn't argue. He felt entitled to it.

All my efforts seemed like mere excuses to him.

"I just regret not snatching Megan away from you back then, causing her to be dragged down by you..."

Megan complained as she came downstairs, "Why didn't you call me when you woke up..."

She was visibly stunned when she saw me.

Looking at Megan, I said, "Can we talk?"

Megan nodded, grabbed her bag, and we left.

In the cafe, Megan surprisingly remained silent.

I found it nauseating to even look at her more, so I went straight to the point.

"You cheated. If you want a peaceful divorce, do as I say."

Megan looked up at me in disbelief.

"What? Need me to provide evidence?"

I handed her the phone.