Go Away!Disgusting Ex-husband

I couldn't help but laugh coldly in my heart.

How bovine he was.

I couldn't believe he didn't notice that his mother was missing until now, but it had already been such a long time since he returned home.

My mother-in-law's suitcase still lay unopened in the guest bedroom, and the specialties she had brought from the countryside were still in the refrigerator.

But she was gone.

I stared at Nathan without saying a word.

He just kept talking to himself.

"Is my mom mad at me? I admit that it was my fault for leaving her alone at the mall that day.

"But it was a special case at that time. I had no other choice.

"Jen, can you let my mom come back? I'll apologize to her."

Nathan walked toward me slowly, his voice almost pleading.

"I searched the whole house but didn't find Mom. Tell me, where on earth did she go?"

I turned to look at the memorial portrait hanging on the wall on the balcony side.

I pointed at it and said, "In the portrait on the wall."

Nathan was stunned.

He followed my gaze toward the balcony. The instant he saw the memorial portrait, he knitted his brows tightly.

Nathan strode over, roughly dragged down the portrait of my mother-in-law from the wall, and furiously threw it to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

"Jane! I know you are mad at me, but you don't have to play such a prank on my mother, do you?

"My mother is alive and well. What do you mean by putting a memorial portrait here? Do you want my mother to die so much?"

I watched helplessly as the only portrait of my mother-in-law was smashed to pieces.

There was water splashed on her face in the photo.

It just seemed like she was shedding tears.

I was silent for a long while before I slowly looked up.

"Nathan Cooper, you were the one who took your mother out. She's your mother, not mine, yet you can't even be bothered to take good care of her and just came to ask me about her.

"I haven't slept for three days. Why do you think I know where your mother is?

"Don't you claim to be a dutiful son? Go find her yourself then!"

Hearing my firm and flat tone, Nathan gazed at me in a daze.

"Jane, what's your problem? Why are you so irritable today?"

I couldn't help laughing coldly.

Normally, he was allowed to throw a tantrum at will, point at my nose, order me around bossily, stay out all night with his dream girl, and come back to tell me that they were just ordinary friends.

Now I was just telling the truth without any abuse, but I got criticized for having a problem.

I was accused of irritability.

What a double standard.