Sweet Divorce

As the photos and paper fell on the table, time seemed to stop.

Then almost at the same time, Amelia and Rita’s eyes were drawn to the photos.

Amelia could not make out the words on the paper due to the distance, but still, she got nervous.

Her heart beat fast, anxiety and fear magnifying inside her.

Her body acted fast than her mind. She scrambled up and reached for the photos and paper. “Bullshit! Who are you? You are trying to deceive my granddaughter, aren’t you?”

Amelia didn’t even spare a look on the paper, she just tore them into pieces and threw them on Michael. “Get out!”

Rita seldom saw Amelia to be so furious before, she squinted.

The fragments slapped on Michael’s face. But he didn’t get mad, instead, he smiled. “It’s just some paper, why do you get so anxious, Mrs. Amelia?”

Rita kept silent, her eyes fixing on Amelia’s face to catch every minor change of emotion on it.

Amelia had to yield under Rita’s stare.

She straightened her back after a few seconds and snorted. “Who told you that I am anxious? I just don’t want my granddaughter to get coaxed by you.”

She said toughly whereas in fact she was insecure.

She then grabbed Rita’s hand and then tried to leave. “Don't listen to him, Rita. Let’s go home.”

But Rita did not even move an inch.

Amelia paused, “Ri…Rita?”

“Grandma…if it’s not true, why are you so afraid?” looking Amelia in her eyes, Rita asked.

Her tone was rather neutral, but Amelia still sensed some coldness in it. That intensify her anxiety.

“Rita is right, why are you so afraid?” Michael said, “A straight foot is not afraid of a crooked shoe.”

Michael’s sarcastic tone irritated Amelia, her face sagged down gloomily.

Amelia chose not to answer, but Michael plucked out some more pieces of paper form his coat. “The ones she tore were copies, these are the originals. Originals of the paternity test.”

“Paternity test?” Rita pause, puzzled.

in her hands, his tone softened. “Have a look, Rita. And then you’ll understand

lowered her eyes

she saw what the paper

Brown is not related to Noah Brown or

dad and mom’s true born

She’s not a Brown.

at the report, Rita’s head was

is not!” when the hoarse voice of Amelia rang

hospital… Michael, if I’m not mistaken, you worked atSK hospital

“Right.” Michael nodded.

Then it won’t be so difficult for you to forge

She looked at him in a way that as

a second at her gaze,

Rita doesn’t believe him.

ask your father to do the test with you. Then you’ll know I’m

struck her,

off, Michael

he seemed to remember something, he turned his head around and added. “I lied to Lillian, I lied to the Burkes, may I’ll lie to someone else in the future. But I will never lie

Rita felt conflicted looking at where

however, was relieved. “Rita, I

watched

class this afternoon.” She

in the room, the calmness

his seat outside the restaurant after he saw that Rita had

died in a car accident because of Liam Wilson.” Puzzled, Ralph looked at Michael

He wanted to.

But…

Rita didn't believe him.

to tell her

were foes competing for Rita’s

would give it little credence if

not to reveal

with the clue he just provided Rita, she would soon find out

to do now was to

her apartment

a pillow in her bed, looking at the

and jarred