CHAPTER 874: CHAPTER 546: THIS MARRIAGE CAN’T BE SUSTAINED ANYMORE

After sending the message, Ivy Miller threw her phone into her bag.

After a short while, she heard a buzzing sound from her bag, pulled out her phone, and took a glance—it was Henry Sullivan.

Ivy Miller sighed and answered the phone, "Uncle."

"Where are you? What does this message mean? Is my mom giving you a hard time again?

If she’s troubling you, why are you divorcing me? I don’t agree, I’ve already cut ties with her."

"You two are still mother and son. No matter what, you will always be mother and son.

Even if you abandon the Sullivan family for me, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s your mother.

I used to think that as long as you were on my side, I could ignore your mother’s attitude.

But today I realized I was wrong.

Suddenly, I understood why Isla insisted on leaving you back then.

I love you very much, I can’t give you up, but when I think about how our future lives would be involved with your mother, it causes me pain.

I clearly haven’t done anything wrong, yet I have to listen to my husband’s mother call me shameless and greedy for your wealth.

But why should I have to listen to this?

Yes, I love you, but love isn’t enough for me to endure such grievances continually.

Your mom’s attitude chills me; at least show me that she has the intention to change.

I’m really fed up, Uncle, I’m sorry, but I’ve decided on this divorce."

Ivy Miller finished and simply hung up the phone.

She knew that Henry Sullivan was definitely feeling very hurt right now.

But now she couldn’t consider anyone else’s feelings; the humiliation his mom gave her was too much to bear.

When she returned home, it was just in time for lunch, and both her parents were there.

Seeing her come back with the child alone, Paisley Golden was all smiles.

"Oh my, my darling grandson is back," she said, stepping forward to take the child in her arms.

Ivy Miller pouted, "Mom, did you not see your daughter here?"

"You’re already like spilled water here, not cherished anymore."

"Wow, so having a kid is equivalent to being banished to the cold palace. Mom, I’m definitely your biological child, right?"

Paisley Golden gave her a side-eye, "Who knows, maybe there was a mix-up at the hospital back then."

Ivy Miller truly felt like she was swapped, "I think I need to find my biological parents."

Paisley Golden tapped her on the head, "Go on, keep yourself busy." After speaking, she pinched the child’s cheek, "Sweetheart Cynthia, call me Grandma."

"Nana," Ivy Miller hugged Paisley Golden’s neck, looking delightfully happy.

"Good, my darling grandson."

Ivy Miller smiled and pulled her luggage inside.

Russell Miller put on a stern face, "What’s going on, bringing back luggage? Are you staying here for a while?"

Ivy Miller smiled, "Yeah, why not? If any of you don’t welcome me, I can leave, though only after I find a place to rent."

Paisley Golden turned around and gave Russell Miller a look, "I’ve been missing my granddaughter terribly, anyway."

Russell Miller grunted, "I was just saying, who would object?"

Ivy Miller smiled, went into the kitchen, helped herself to a bowl and chopsticks, and planned to clean up the leftovers.

Paisley Golden had already eaten and was focused on playing with Ivy.

Ivy Miller ate while, burdened by thoughts, kept her eyes downcast on her rice bowl.

Russell Miller set his chopsticks down with a stern face, "What’s wrong?"

Ivy Miller looked up at him, and his serious old face made her lose the mood to say anything.

"It’s nothing."

"If it’s nothing, why aren’t you eating properly? Where’s your mind?"

Ivy Miller sighed, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and stood up, "I don’t have an appetite, Mom. I’m going to rest for a bit. Could you watch the child for a while?"

"Aren’t you going to work this afternoon?" Russell Miller looked at her, thinking there was definitely something wrong.

"I’m not going. I quit my job and won’t be working at the company anymore.

Also, Mom and Dad, I might be divorcing Henry Sullivan. I hope you won’t interfere in my matters and respect my decision."

"Divorce?" Paisley Golden, holding the child, came over and blocked her way, "Ivy, what’s going on with you two? Last time I saw you, everything seemed fine."

Russell Miller didn’t say anything; Paisley Golden’s question was what he wanted to ask too.

Ivy Miller pursed her lips, "There’s no problem with the feelings between Henry and me. I like him very much, and he treats me very well.

But... I don’t want to continue anymore; I don’t like his mother, and I don’t want to endure it any longer."

"You’re being ridiculous; no one divorces just because of a difficult mother-in-law."