Chapter 246
Thinking of Cheryl’s bruises, I couldn’t hide my disdain. “We’re not family soon,” I said coldly.
“What do you mean by that?” Allen’s eyes flickered with a cunning light, then settled on the lawyer beside me. “And who’s this? Why did you bring him here?”
“He’s Thomas, one of the top divorce lawyers in RiverCity.” After introducing them, I continued calmly. “This marriage is ending whether you like it or not.”
Allen’s façade crumbled, and he exploded in rage, leaping up as if to strike me. But the bodyguards were quicker, restraining him in the
nick of time!
He was fuming, and his face tumed beet red. “Jane, you’re so ungrateful! Marrying into the Ferguson family, you think you can treat me like this? Forcing me to divorce your aunt?”
I said coldly, “Aunt Cheryl knows whether I’m ungrateful.”
The only person who had been kind to me was Aunt Cheryl. Allen had nothing to do with it.
Gritting his teeth, Allen bellowed, “Fine! I’ll divorce Cheryl! But I want half of everything Split down the middle!”
I looked at him, unimpressed. “What assets are you even talking about? Fine, whatever it is, Thomas will sort it out. You can be sure of that
“I’m not talking about what your aunt and I have!” he shouted.
I frowned. “Then what?”
“Your assets!” He was adamant. “The Ferguson family’s fortune. You’ve got your half, don’t you? You give me half of all those assets, and I’ll happily sign the divorce papers.”
His shamelessness almost made me laugh. “Bryant and I might be getting a divorce, but I won’t get half of the Ferguson’s assets. If you want them, go talk to Bryant.”
“Really?” He started calculating shamelessly. “That car of yours is worth quite a bit, huh? Mr. Ferguson, being the gentleman he is, must’ve left you a house at least, and over the years, he must’ve given you plenty of jewelry. I’ve consulted a lawyer, and they are all your assets. I’m not greedy. Just give me seventy percent of those, and we’re good!”
Looking at his vile expression, I took a deep breath to quell my anger. “Who are you to demand my assets?”
I’d never seen such a greedy and shameless person. My Aunt Cheryl was divorcing him, yet he wanted my, the niece’s, assets. No doubt,
hed score full marks in shamelessness.
Allen glared at me, spitting venom. “I’ve put up with you for years. You, not even related by blood, should be grateful!”
“Allen, any debt I owed you, I’ve paid. Forget the million before, just considering the mess with Lloyd, if it weren’t for Bryant, you’d be dead by now.” My voice was icy as I continued, “As for the rest, my blood relation is with Aunt Cheryl. She was the one who raised me… “Bullshit!” Allen’s rage was palpable as he interrupted. “You have no blood relation with her. You’re not even a real Webster…”
“Allen!” The door suddenly swung open, and Cheryl’s pale face flushed with anger as she glared at Allen. “What nonsense are you spouting? Drunk in broad daylight?”
My mind was still reeling from Allen’s unfinished accusation, and I looked at Cheryl, bewildered. “Aunt Cheryl, he said I’m not a Webster?”
“Don’t listen to his drunken rambles.” Cheryl beckoned me over, leaning against the door frame. “Come in,”
I entered, and my mind was heavy with thoughts. “Okay”
“It’s just a heated remark. Don’t take it to heart.” Cheryl observed me closely, her voice filled with care. “You know how your parents felt about you. If you weren’t a Webster, would they have risked everything for you?”