Mr. CEO, Your Wife has Signed the Divorce Papers!

"You, you unruly girl!" My mother rages as her lips quiver. She throws the cup to the ground vigorously, coughing violently with her hand on her chest. I subconsciously want to reach out to support her, however, she unexpectedly raises her hand and slaps me heavily across the face.

I've been slapped twice in just one day. I rub my numb face, no longer able to smile at all.

"The child's surname must be Field!"

My mother screams at me at the top of her lungs. She's nothing but skin and bones trembling violently like a blower. "I'm dying, yet you are still angering me this way! You want me to die sooner, don't you?

"Barry has endured so much contempt for being the matrilocal son-in-law of our family. We owe him so much! Not to mention the Harman Group, you and I can even die for him to repay him!"

I feel it so unfair that I can't help but burst out laughing, "Mom, you know what? Barry and Jessica Holmes have got back together. They just kissed in my presence.

"He's been treating me like this, yet you still ask me to die for him?"

"No man doesn't cheat!" Mom interrupts me with impatience, "Just turn a blind eye to it, and time will mend. Do you have to make such a fuss about it?

"Anyway, I don't care! The child must have Barry's last name, otherwise, otherwise..." She resorts to the same trick she used to coerce me into marriage. "Otherwise, I won't live!"

I watch her go mad for the sake of Barry. The gentle and elegant woman in my memory fades away and finally turns into an illusory bubble that bursts at the slightest touch.

I can't believe my mother has become like this.

My beloved mother.

"Alright." I stifle my bad feelings and nod in agreement. "I'll listen to you, Mom. The child's surname will be Field."

My mother knows I'm a woman of my word, so I can tell that she is visibly relieved the instant she hears my promise.

I turn and walk out of the door to see my mom's personal doctor.

"How long will she live?"

"At least half a month, but not longer than one month," says the doctor.

It's already a miracle that my mother has lived until now. I've done everything I could to prolong her life, which has also cost me tens of millions of dollars.

This time, instead of eagerly asking the doctor to buy more time for Mom as I did before, I close my eyes and watch the dead leaves swirling and falling with a faint rustle outside the window.

I utter lightly, "Let her have a comfortable death with dignity."