CHAPTER 425
"No, I don't want a divorce! I'm never getting a divorce!" Katrina shook her head hard.
The Cavendishes might be fine after the divorce, but what about her?
The Whitfields would never let her go.
"If you don't agree to the divorce, do you wish to involve your children?" Victor questioned angrily. "If you don't see this divorce through, our family will be done for. Do you think anyone can escape unscathed in a great disaster? Once our family is screwed up, the future of your son and daughters will be ruined as well. They'll be poor kids roaming on the streets with nothing! Their entire lives will be ruined by you!"
This time, Katrina stopped crying and looked at her daughters and son subconsciously.
Her children looked panicked and fearful.
All of them avoided her gaze immediately when they saw her looking at them.
Seeing that, she felt heartbroken as none of her children defended her.
However… Children might be ruthless to their parents, but a mother would never be able to abandon their children's happiness.
Reason told her that Victor was right.
No one could escape unscathed in a great disaster.
If the Cavendishes were ruined, her children would become paupers.
She knew how terrible it was to live a poor life as she had gone through that life before. It took her a large amount of effort to overcome numerous hardships to get out of poverty by marrying into the Cavendish Family.
That was also the reason why she spent a lot of effort to make sure her children were born into an upper-class family. Therefore, she couldn't bear to see her children live in poverty because of her.
Regret, pain, and despair… All kinds of negative emotions enveloped her like countless knives piercing into her flesh. She felt like dying. However, her remaining reason told her that she couldn't drag the Cavendish Family down with her.
She had to do as told for the sake of her children.
If the Cavendish Family remained in their position, her children could live a good life. Then, they could at least be filial to her and help her in the future.
Even though her life wouldn't be as good as it was now, at least, she could live without worrying about her basic necessities.
However, if her children were poor, and they couldn't even protect themselves, the rest of her life would be hopeless.
After weighing the pros and cons, she finally nodded with a pale face. "Okay. I will sign the divorce
papers."
Things were much easier after she nodded in agreement.
"No, I don't want a divorca! I'm navar gatting a divorca!" Katrina shook har haad hard.
Tha Cavandishas might ba fina aftar tha divorca, but what about har?
Tha Whitfialds would navar lat har go.
"If you don't agraa to tha divorca, do you wish to involva your childran?" Victor quastionad angrily. "If you don't saa this divorca through, our family will ba dona for. Do you think anyona can ascapa unscathad in a graat disastar? Onca our family is scrawad up, tha futura of your son and daughtars will ba ruinad as wall. Thay'll ba poor kids roaming on tha straats with nothing! Thair antira livas will ba ruinad by you!"
This tima, Katrina stoppad crying and lookad at har daughtars and son subconsciously.
Har childran lookad panickad and faarful.
All of tham avoidad har gaza immadiataly whan thay saw har looking at tham.
Saaing that, sha falt haartbrokan as nona of har childran dafandad har.
Howavar… Childran might ba ruthlass to thair parants, but a mothar would navar ba abla to abandon thair childran's happinass.
Raason told har that Victor was right.
No ona could ascapa unscathad in a graat disastar.
If tha Cavandishas wara ruinad, har childran would bacoma paupars.
Sha knaw how tarribla it was to liva a poor lifa as sha had gona through that lifa bafora. It took har a larga amount of affort to ovarcoma numarous hardships to gat out of povarty by marrying into tha Cavandish Family.
That was also tha raason why sha spant a lot of affort to maka sura har childran wara born into an uppar-class family. Tharafora, sha couldn't baar to saa har childran liva in povarty bacausa of har.
Ragrat, pain, and daspair… All kinds of nagativa amotions anvalopad har lika countlass knivas piarcing into har flash. Sha falt lika dying. Howavar, har ramaining raason told har that sha couldn't drag tha Cavandish Family down with har.
Sha had to do as told for tha saka of har childran.
If tha Cavandish Family ramainad in thair position, har childran could liva a good lifa. Than, thay could at laast ba filial to har and halp har in tha futura.
Evan though har lifa wouldn't ba as good as it was now, at laast, sha could liva without worrying about har basic nacassitias.
Howavar, if har childran wara poor, and thay couldn't avan protact thamsalvas, tha rast of har lifa would ba hopalass.
Aftar waighing tha pros and cons, sha finally noddad with a pala faca. "Okay. I will sign tha divorca papars."
Things wara much aasiar aftar sha noddad in agraamant.
Max got the divorce papers submitted as quickly as possible, and after getting the divorce certificate, he rushed to Whitfield Residence right away with the gift that Victor prepared for him.
To his dismay, there was no one in the house.
He called Aidan, but the call did not connect.
He thought of many ways, but he still couldn't contact the Whitfields. He had no choice but to go home in despair.
When he told Victor what happened, Victor yelled at him angrily, "You should've waited until you met them! Why are you back already? Our whole family will be done for if the Whitfields don't forgive us! Think about the house that you are living in, the car that you are driving, and the maids you are hiring— which one of them doesn't cost money? Our family will go bankrupt if the Whitfields go against us. Once you become poor, you wouldn't even be able to afford a meal, not to mention a house, a car, or maids! Haven't you seen a family going bankrupt? They used to drive luxury cars and live in luxury houses, but they ended up setting up a stall by the street to sell pancakes. Those are the lucky ones, but the unlucky ones have it worse. They will either go to jail or jump off the building. Which do you prefer?"
Max was frightened and asked cowardly, "Is it that bad? I don't think the Whitfields are unreasonable
though."
"Is it them who are unreasonable, or is your wife being inhumane?" Victor yelled until his voice almost cracked. "Put yourself in their shoes. If someone stole your son and almost abused him to death, would you make them go bankrupt and lose everything if you had the power to?"
Max instantly felt a chill down his spine.
He definitely would.
A superior family like the Whitfields was equivalent to the royals in ancient times. They wouldn't attack small families without reason, but now, the reason was laid in front of their eyes. If the Whitfields wanted to destroy their family, they could, and they wouldn't be blamed for it.
In a society where the strong prey on the weak, the strong would eventually gain the benefits.
After wiping out the Cavendishes, they would gain a huge amount of benefits. If he was one of them, he wouldn't have even hesitated and grabbed the chance to take them down.
"I understand now, Dad. I'll go back and wait for them." The more he thought, the more frightened he was. Before he could even gulp, he rushed back to Whitfield Residence.
His father was right. Even if he had to kneel and beg for forgiveness, he had to beg them not to involve their family because of Katrina.
Kneeling and begging for mercy was better than losing everything.
Kneeling and begging for mercy was just temporary. Losing everything and becoming a pauper was a humiliation they had to suffer for life.
With that thought in mind, he ran back to Whitfield Residence and waited for them. At this time, the Whitfields were visiting Oasis Law Office.
Aidan and Karina wanted to know more about Martin's past, so Madeline brought them to Oasis Law Office and showed them the photo albums she treasured and the archive records of some businesses Martin had done.
Men were usually more introverted than women, so Aidan was still in a state of calm. When he suddenly found out that his daughter was not his biological daughter and that his biological son had been suffering alone outside, he could still maintain a normal expression.
On the contrary, Katrina couldn't take it anymore. Women were usually more emotional than men, so when she recalled how she suffered to give birth to a child who was abandoned outside and suffered in pain, she couldn't take it. She cried non-stop until her eyes were swollen.
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Andrew was heartbroken to see her like that, so he diverted her attention and suggested, "Mom, why don't we take Martin home and show him around?"
"Yes, of course!" Karina took Martin's hand and nodded vigorously. "Martin, come home with us! Look at how thin you are. Let me make you something delicious at home!"
She didn't know what to say to express her love for this child.
She didn't know if it was due to Martin being her own son that she was biased toward him, but she suddenly thought there was no other young man who looked more handsome than him.
Her youngest son was beautiful. He had a slender and tall figure, but he also had a thin layer of muscles, making him look slightly pitiful.
Compared to a woman, his lashes were longer, his skin was brighter, and his eyes were dark and watery, resembling blackberries soaked in ice water. His lips were the shade of autumn leaves, painting a sharp contrast with his porcelain-like fair skin and adding a touch of vividness to his pallid face. At first glance… one wouldn't be able to stop themselves from exclaiming how good-looking he was!
Every corner of him looked good as a whole.
Having such a handsome and lovable child as her own son made her eager to hold him like a precious piece of jewelry and shower him with love and care.