"You're not giving us much of a choice, are you?" Magnus swept the shredded documents off the table and handed the lawyer another stack of documents. "You made a fool of me using your mother." He commented with a sad expression on his face.
"It's your fault. If you fought for her, if you didn't let yourself fall victim to that manipulative woman, my mother would still be alive and none of this will happen. Everything started with your foolishness." Stefan didn't spare his father from his anger at all. "Anyway, can we get this done with already? I want to go home with my wife."
"Tch! Such a wife slave." Ferdinand snorted on the side, almost a whisper but Cayenne still heard it. She could only lower her head down and pretended herself to be playing with her phone.
Stefan didn't really care if he's called a wife slave. So, what? As long as it's his wife, she can be his queen, she can be his master; and he wouldn't mind at all.
