"Are you really not at all afraid that I might reach my limit and go to Grandfather to file a complaint?" Ann Nolan coldly tried to pull her hand away.
But he held on tightly, and she couldn't pull away.
"Go, go right now," Zaiden Santos sneered, "I really want to see if my grandfather would believe a grandson he's raised for over twenty years, or a woman who's been with the Santos family for just one year. Oh, and a woman who dares to seduce even her brother-in-law."
His other hand was pinching an envelope.
"Ann, if I throw this evidence to Grandfather, who do you think he will believe, you or me? Huh? Shall we guess?"
"Zaiden Santos, you are truly despicable! You're just accusing others to cover your own faults!"
"If you're capable, grab the evidence I have; if not, then lie down obediently in bed. Does the status of Mrs. Santos aggrieve you? Repeatedly bringing up divorce with me? Or do you treat marriage as child's play, to enter or leave as you wish?"