The two light words were like a meteorite that smashed heavily into Rosanna's heart.
Divorce...
A drop of tears gathered at the corner of Rosanna's eyes.
"You ... What did you say?" She was trembling as if she had not expected to go this far.
"Rosanna, let's divorce!" Abert took a deep breath.
"Why? Give me a good reason!" Rosanna asked in a hurry.
"Do you need a reason?" Abert paused. He pursed his lips as if he was mocking himself. He continued, "I'm already crippled, and I'm destined to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. What can a cripple like me do in the Lennard family besides embarrass you?
"I can't do housework for you like before, nor can I send you to the company and be your driver.
"I even need you to spend money to hire someone to take care of me. Do I deserve to stay in your family?"