After all, it wasn't me who was going to be legless in the future.
The two of them had just left.
My husband, who had been out for business all night, came back.
Hearing that his mother had taken Luca for surgery, Aarav looked incredulous.
"What? Leg-lengthening surgery?"
I casually explained it to him.
"Yes, it's that surgery where they break the leg bone, install a traction device to lengthen it, and then the person becomes taller."
He threw his coat heavily on the sofa.
"You didn't stop them? You just let mom take him?"
I took a sip of coffee, looking innocent.
"Would it work if I stopped them?"
"Should I wait for your mom to slap me?"
my mother-in-law is very domineering.
She resorts to fists and kicks if things don't go her way.
In my last life, when I didn't give her my bank card, she slapped me hard.
The sound of that slap seems to be still in my ears.
Aarav Marsh puckered his lips and quickly called his mother.
During the phone call, my mother-in-law's words were just like a machine gun, non-stop firing.
"If a surgeon dares to operate, what are you afraid of?"
"Did Zofia say something? No wonder she was so willing to give money just now, she's a two-faced creature. Wait until I get home, I'll slap her."
"Don't call me mom. I can't even make this decision, I think I should call you mom."
"..."
The phone was abruptly hung up. Aarav looked upset.
He clenched his lips and rubbed his hands, looking anxious.
He is eloquent in everyday conversation, and he always knows what to say.
But when it comes to important stuff, he's kinda like a fence-sitter.
As soon as his mother blew on him, he fell over.
After what seemed like an internal struggle, his face began to relax.
"Mom is right, if the doctor dares to do it, what are we afraid of?"
"Luca is indeed much shorter than his peers, I understand him very well, I also suffered from height inferiority when I was young."
"He's young, his body recovers quickly, let's do it if he wants."
"When Luca comes back, prepare some good food for him."
These words seemed to have comforted me, but in reality, they were just used to comfort himself.
He suddenly thought of something as he put on the shirt I had ironed for him.
"By the way, the toilet in the bathroom is filthy, don't forget to clean it later."
Unlike usual, I didn't respond. Instead, I threw the divorce agreement on the table.
I had planned to divorce him in my previous life.