His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1583: Persuade Them to Divorce_1

Chapter 1583: Chapter 1583: Persuade Them to Divorce_1

Chapter 1583

She had spent all this time fooling herself that she would eventually reconcile with him.

Poor her, she had waited so long, only to hear those words.

She walked out of the hospital ward like a soulless corpse, wandering aimlessly on the streets.

Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.

Her two-hour makeup ruined by tears, laughed at by passing children.

Suddenly, she felt that her life was a joke.

She grew up confusedly without a mother’s love during her childhood, with her mother favoring her brother and her sister having direction in her life.

As a young woman, she had no say in her marriage. She was sold by her mother to the Nolans to save the Taylors with money.

Eventually, through her own efforts, she managed to snatch happiness from her sister only to watch it shatter many years later.

It was all like a dream.

After a long while, she finally reached her home, her feet blistered.

A person was standing at the doorway. It took her a while to recognize it was Anders Spence’s mother.

The woman turned around unintentionally and was startled when she saw her, as if she had seen a horror.

"Oh, it’s you, Ruth, what’s with this look? What happened to you? Were you beaten?"

Rosalind Taylor’s eyes were lifeless, she didn’t care about losing face anymore, she asked lightly: "What do you want from me?"

Mrs. Spence’s face changed, "Let’s go inside and talk."

Only then did Rosalind Taylor pull out her keys and open the door.

Toward the end of the narrow entrance, you could see the living room.

The total area of her two-bedroom house was not even as large as a single living room she used to have when she was part of the Collinses.

Naturally, it couldn’t compare to the Spences’ house.

Disdain flashed in Mrs. Spence’s eyes, and she then chose a place to sit.

Rosalind Taylor poured a glass of water in front of her, her expression dull.

"Go ahead."

Mrs. Spence took a look at her and said, "Why don’t you wash your face first? You look terribly out of sorts, not like you at all."

She remembered that Rosalind Taylor always cared about her appearance. But today’s Rosalind, she was no different from a lunatic.

Her hair was a mess, her face was white in patches, red, and black, all smeared with makeup.

Her clothes were cheap and common, without a trace of wealth.

Rosalind didn’t seem to care, simply saying, "Just say what you have to say."

She casually picked up a fruit knife and started peeling an apple.

Seeing this, Mrs. Spence said, "Well, it’s nothing important, it’s just about Raine and Jameson’s divorce..."

With a dull sound, the apple peel dropped, much like Rosalind’s eyes, suddenly unfocused.

Then, as if she had predicted it long ago, she continued to peel the apple as if nothing had happened, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Mrs. Spence said with a smile, "I think a marriage is made of two people who love each other. If there’s no feeling, there’s no need to force it. Look, have these two children been happy these past two years? Ah, there’s not even a single child. "

In my opinion, if they don’t love each other, there’s no need to insist. They might as well divorce early, so Raine can find someone else while she is still young. Otherwise, if she waits until she’s old... Our family has a boy who, the older he gets the more popular he becomes, but it’s different for your daughter."

She looked at Rosalind Taylor’s face and paused.

Rosalind Taylor laughed, her eyes fixated on the apple, seemingly indifferent, "Then let them divorce, but the compensation can’t be less."

"Don’t worry, she has been a part of our Spence family after all. I won’t let her leave empty-handed. In this card, there’s half a million, it’s a token of our feelings. You, mother, and daughter, can use it for a small business and it should be enough for the rest of your lives."