CHAPTER 15: CHAPTER 15: VICTORIA SINCLAIR PROTECTS HER BROTHER WITH AUTHORITY

Timothy Sinclair feigned calmness, "Don’t listen to mom’s nonsense. You’re so busy, just don’t worry about your brother’s family matters. Go back."

"Your sister is here, isn’t she?" Mrs. Sinclair came out from inside and hurriedly pulled Victoria Sinclair into the house.

"Mom." Victoria greeted.

Mrs. Sinclair gritted her teeth and whispered reproachfully, "It’s all your fault. Hurry up and fix it. If your elder brother and sister-in-law get divorced, I won’t forgive you."

Timothy Sinclair closed the door and entered the room, angrily saying, "Mom, what does this have to do with my sister?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened and Molly fiercely threw out a ceramic vase.

With a loud "crash," the ceramic shards were scattered in all directions, and the door was slammed shut again with great force.

The three people outside were all startled.

Timothy saw the gift he’d painstakingly prepared for his sister was shattered, and even his usually honest nature couldn’t hold it together.

His eyes turned red as he roared angrily towards the room, "Molly, divorce! Whoever doesn’t divorce is a coward."

Mrs. Sinclair anxiously grabbed his arm and pounded, "You silly child, do you know how expensive it is to get married? Even if for your son’s sake, you can’t divorce!"

Timothy’s eyes welled up with tears, furious, "Mom, she creates drama every day, always complaining about how I’m incompetent, poor, the house is small, the car is shabby. My sister’s birthday was long over, so I spent 80 yuan to hand-make a ceramic vase to make up for it, and she still argues with me. I’ve had enough of this kind of life."

Victoria picked up the broken ceramic pieces from the floor, looking at the gift her brother had carefully prepared for her, her heart ached.

It wasn’t because the gift was broken.

It was because her brother was close to breaking!

Victoria walked to Timothy’s side, held his rough big hand, and said gently, "Brother, let’s not endure anymore!"

Timothy nodded with tears.

They were fraternal twins, and Timothy had been worn out by the hardship of life, looking ten years older.

Mrs. Sinclair was tense, pointing at Victoria, "Victoria, don’t mess around. If your brother gets divorced, you’ll have to find him a new wife."

Victoria’s gaze was resolute, "Mom, I’ll handle this."

Mrs. Sinclair finally shut her mouth.

Victoria walked to the door and knocked, "Sister-in-law, we’re all adults here. Let’s come out and calmly discuss the divorce between you and my brother. If you don’t want to talk, then we’ll go to court and proceed directly."

Victoria sat on the sofa with her mother and brother, waiting.

After a while, Molly finally appeared, her 180-pound frame settling into the single chair.

Molly’s plumpness only emphasized the gaunt, dark appearance of her husband, Timothy.

Molly remained cold-faced, glancing out the window with a high-and-mighty attitude.

Timothy was so angry he wanted to speak, but Victoria restrained him, speaking first, "Sister-in-law, let’s talk about the divorce."

Molly kept her face stiff, silent.

Victoria calmly stated, "This house, I bought it outright for my brother and parents to live in. It’s my brother’s premarital property. The car may not be worth much, but it’s also my brother’s premarital property. You’ve been married for so many years, all of my brother’s money was handed over to you to manage. You lent about half a million to your brother to buy a house without him knowing. This money is considered marital property, and you need to give back half to my brother. The fruit store is an investment I made, managed by my dad and brother, but it’s also marital property, and you’ll get half. Regarding who my nephew stays with, we’ll respect his choice."

Molly’s face darkened, gritting her teeth, snarled at Victoria, "I’ve never seen such a wicked sister-in-law like you. You’re intentionally trying to break up my family."

Timothy got more agitated, his face turning dark with anger, "Molly..."

Victoria restrained him, speaking softly yet firmly, "Sister-in-law, I am indeed trying to break up your family."

Molly gritted her teeth, "See! With a scheming sister-in-law like you, my son doesn’t even have a home."

Victoria remained unruffled, composed and steady, "You were already this size when you married my brother, ordinary in appearance, yet my brother never minded your looks, and you mind him being poor? Though my brother can’t give you riches, at least a middle-class life is achievable, right? Over the years of marriage, all the money he earned was given to you, never making you work a single day, with all the housework done by my mom."

"Your bag may be outdated, but it’s still an LV, your phone is the latest model, your bracelet is jade, and you’re adorned with diamond rings and gold necklaces. The store’s durians and fruits are there for you to eat as you please. Your online shopping fills up my little nephew’s room, and you don’t even have the time to open them. Your life, though not lavish, is comfortable enough. What more do you want?"

"My brother secretly saved some private money to make me a gift at a ceramic shop, and it angers you, making life unbearable for you? You secretly lent five hundred thousand to your family brother to buy a wedding house without my brother ever complaining about you once?"

Molly’s arrogance began to deflate.

Used to being unbridled at home, now with no one to indulge her, she nervously challenged, "Daughters married off are like spilled water, what right do you have to interfere in our family matters?"

"I’ll manage this till the end." Victoria’s gaze was as if lighting a flame, her tone gentle but firm, "Sister-in-law, I’m being blunt, with your unkempt look, uncontrolled eating habits, and laziness, even at eighteen, no wealthy man would fancy you. Take care of yourself."

After speaking, Victoria stood up with her bag, "Brother, if sister-in-law argues with you again, go directly to court for divorce. I’ll find you a new wife, definitely young, pretty, and well-shaped—I’ll take care of the dowry, and the wedding banquet will be organized grandly by me."

Molly’s face turned pale, trembling with anger and crying in grievance.

Victoria bid farewell, "Mom, I’m heading back."

Mrs. Sinclair was stunned, unable to react.

She’d never seen her daughter so assertive.

Gently saying such astonishing words meant the sister-in-law relationship was completely broken, but it certainly terrified the domineering Molly.

Even she was tempted to consider bringing in a new daughter-in-law.

"I’ll walk you out, sister," Timothy stood up and followed her out.

At the subway station.

"Sister, do you truly think I should divorce?" Timothy was willing to bear hardship himself but didn’t want his son to suffer.

Victoria smiled bitterly, holding her brother’s rough big hand, "Brother, I became the villain not to break up your marriage, but to let sister-in-law know you have a sister backing you, not easy to bully. You can’t always yield to her, or she’ll become more arrogant."

Timothy nodded.

"After this, sister-in-law might restrain herself a bit, and you shouldn’t buy me gifts anymore; it’ll unsettle her."

Whenever the topic arose, Timothy got furious, "Since she married me, she’s always found you displeasing. No matter how kind you are to her, or how you treat my nephew, it’s as if she were blind, targeting you constantly. She checks my phone to see if I’ve called you. We’ve hardly met more than a couple of times in a year, yet she guards against you like a mistress."

Victoria smiled bitterly, "Brother, some women are inherently competitive. Because you treat me well, she harbors jealousy. Thankfully, you have a son, not a daughter."

Timothy’s eyes reddened, "Just because I married, does it mean I can’t have a sister anymore?"

Victoria’s eyes also reddened, her watery eyes looking at him, "Brother, you don’t need to do anything for me. I know you care for me, treat me well, but I deeply hope you live happily, comfortably."

Timothy gently stroked her head, showing concern, "Is Eugene Vaughn good to you? Do your parents-in-law care for you?"

Victoria’s eyes welled with tears, her throat burning, unable to say anything, she bit her lips to hold back tears and vigorously nodded.

Timothy smiled with relief, "Now you have a caring husband, so I can be at ease."

Victoria pursed her lips and turned to walk towards the gates, entering the station, forcing a smile to wave back to him.

Timothy smiled indulgently, calling out, "Text me when you get home."

Victoria shook her head, refusing.

She quickened her pace, leaving, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

With a jealous sister-in-law by her brother’s side, she dared not actively contact him nor send a message.

With Eugene Vaughn surrounded by Vivian Miller and a bunch of others outside, she dared not tell her brother, let alone her parents.

Her life was a mess; she didn’t know what to do, just holding on hard.