Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

Weak, Mika Summers collapsed onto the sofa. She gasped for air as she spoke, "Tristan Grayson, it’s not too late to back out. If you don’t want to give me the money, just leave. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other."

"Heh heh heh... ’Nothing to do with each other’?" Tristan Grayson suddenly found this woman both ridiculous and hateful. ’She still has the nerve to bring up money at a time like this...’

"That’s right. Nothing."

Tristan Grayson let out another cold laugh. "You got rid of the child just to cut ties with me?" It was the first time he realized just how terrifying this woman could be when she was ruthless. ’So terrifying she could even bring herself to harm her own child.’

Mika Summers laughed self-deprecatingly, raising a hand to wipe her tears. "Yes. As long as the child existed, we could never truly be over. Tristan Grayson, do you know how much I hate you? I despise you. Every time I tried to love you with all my heart, you’d just slap me across the face. Do you have any idea how awful I feel? How much pain I’m in?"

"I don’t know!" ’Why should I know how awful she feels? What does her suffering have to do with me? Why should I care about such a venomous woman?’

Hearing his words, Mika Summers gave a desolate laugh. "Of course you don’t know. You, Tristan Grayson, are a cold-blooded monster. There was never any room for me in your eyes or your heart. Since you don’t like me, why did you keep pursuing me? Why get me pregnant with your child? It didn’t have to be this way. It just didn’t..." ’We could have parted on good terms. But he was the one who gave me hope, only to crush it with his own hands...’

Her words made Tristan Grayson’s head throb to the point of madness. He snapped his head up, his bloodshot eyes glaring at her. "Are you done?" ’She got rid of my child, and now she’s standing here spouting all this nonsense.’

"If you’re going to give me the money, then hurry up. If not, you can leave." For a moment, Mika Summers was intimidated by Tristan Grayson, but she couldn’t be afraid. ’If I get scared, I lose.’

"Heh. Money? After all this, you still want money?" His opinion of her had changed for the better, but everything that had just transpired dragged it right back to his first impression. ’So, in the end, it was always about the money?’

"I wasted three years of my youth on you and got rid of a child for your sake. Don’t you think you, Young Master Grayson, should give me some money as compensation? Oh, and that reminds me. There’s still that one hundred million. It seems Young Master Grayson hasn’t paid me yet."

Tristan Grayson smiled sinisterly, pulling a checkbook and pen from his coat. He fixed his gaze on her. "Hahaha, fine. Very good. You want money, is that it? No problem. I, Tristan Grayson, have plenty of money. How much do you want? Just say the word."

Seeing him pull out the checkbook without the slightest hesitation, her gaze went vacant for a moment. She then lowered her head and spoke slowly, her voice cold and clear, "Just give me the hundred million."

Tristan Grayson sneered. He wrote out the check for one hundred million and threw it on the table. "There. Is that enough?" ’How pathetic I am, getting worked up over a woman like this...’

"Yes." Mika Summers nodded, her face pale. She picked up the check from the table and got to her feet. Taking a key from her pocket, she set it on the table. "This is the key to the apartment. I won’t be living here again. You can sell it or move in yourself, I don’t care. The deed is in my bedroom..."