They Sabotaged My Father’s Lawsuit, Now My Lawyer Husband and His Mistress Will Pay for It

Usually, when Hans got angry, even if I was the one who had been wronged, I would immediately try to appease him and cheer him up.

But this time, his messages went unanswered, like stones sinking into the depths of the sea.

Realizing that I was furious this time, Hans began to feel a little panicked.

After a moment, his tone softened.

When you called me yesterday, I was stressed about the case I'm working on, so I spoke to you in a rude manner. Isn't an apology enough?"

I couldn't hold back anymore. I tapped to start the call and coldly asked, "I bet you were discussing the case in your female assistant's bed, weren't you?"

"Was the candlelit dinner last night fragrant?"

"Were your precious female assistant's hands soft?" "

"Wife, please don't misunderstand!"

"It's not what you think!"

I moved my fingers and blocked him directly.

I no longer needed any explanations.

Let him keep those words to tell my parents later.

Meanwhile, Hans looked at the red exclamation marks following his consecutive messages and his expression darkened rapidly.

"Damn it!"

"Bitch!"

A single curse wasn't enough to vent his anger; he smashed the phone into pieces.

Pamela, wearing a sexy nightgown, leaned into his arms and pouted. "Darling, you shouldn't have bothered explaining to her. It made it seem like you were afraid of her."

Hans pinched her cheek and said solemnly, "This matter isn't as simple as you think."

"I thought Esther's foundation was her father and the company."

"But now that her father is dead and the company is on the brink of collapse, the Latrell Lawyer Association is still willing to go to great lengths for her."

"It seems Esther has an identity I don't know about, one that gives her significant power."

"We need to keep her calm until we completely figure out her hidden identity."

"How do we do that?"

Pamela pouted and asked, "You wouldn't want me to delete the social media post I made last night, would you?"

"So many people have liked and commented on it. Deleting it so quickly would be embarrassing."

Hans said solemnly, "Not only do we have to delete the post, but we also have to go back immediately and apologize to that bitch together."

"No way!"

"I don't want to … "

Pamela shook Hans's arm while continuing to pout in a sweet voice.

Hans didn't fall for it this time, instead smirking and giving her a light slap on the butt.

"Be good, listen to me."

"Once this is settled, I'll divorce that bitch and marry you in a grand wedding."

"Hmph, fine then."

Pamela reluctantly agreed, her eyes darting around before her lips curled into a faint smile. She then opened a shopping app, bought a box of contraceptives and several sets of bedding. And secretly changed the default delivery address to my home address.

That evening, Hans rushed to my villa with Pamela.

He glanced at my parents' photos, placed the flower before them and then gently put his hands on my shoulders.

"Esther, take care of yourself."

"I'm also deeply saddened by the passing of your parents, but … "

"Shut up."

I coldly interrupted him, "I explicitly designated you to handle my father's company's legal case, yet you handed it over to your assistant for practice. Do you even consider yourself human?"

I then yanked the bouquet he had put and threw it on the ground, saying, "You have no right to pay respects to my parents and you have even less right to tell me to accept my condolences."

"Right now, I just want both of you to accept mine."