Chapter 3 Do You Deserve It

Rosalie's face tensed, her heart missing a beat.

She was at a loss for words to Benjamin's query.

Meanwhile, Torrie glared at Benjamin, hand on her hip.

"Look, don't cause trouble here. Thirty million is nothing. Why are you so hung up on it? My daughter's been your wife for three years. Doesn't that count for something? Moreover, once the divorce was finalized, she took on the identity of a divorced woman. It won't be pleasant to bear that title in the future. The thirty million dollars will act as compensation."

Benjamin, fuming, fixed a steely gaze on Torrie.

"Am I too focused on the money, or are you just shameless? Have you lost all sense of decency?"

"Enough, both of you," Rosalie cut in, clearly annoyed.

She then turned to Benjamin with a sigh, pulling out another bank card from her purse.

"Here's five million. It's the same pin. Please, stop bothering me, will you?"

Changing her tone, she added, "You were okay giving me the thirty million before. If you really want it back, I'll repay you once I start earning. I've got a big project right now, so I can't just transfer the money."

Hearing this, Benjamin's voice grew louder. "Do I care about money? What I care about is you." His words were firm.

Rosalie, with a bitter smile but a tone of scorn, retorted, "Do you really care about me? If you do, let me go! I won't deny that I have feelings for you. But please face the reality. All you do is hold an umbrella for me when it rains, cook when I'm hungry, and make medicine when I'm sick. That's what a servant does. What more can you offer me?"

Benjamin stood there, speechless, shocked by Rosalie's cruel words.

Rosalie's heartless words caused his heart to ache.

He had devoted everything to Rosalie, yet all his efforts over the past three years were seen as mere servitude in her eyes.

It was absurd and incredibly painful.

A wave of sadness passed through Benjamin's eyes as he gazed down at the divorce papers in his hand.

The final clause was clear. "After the divorce, neither party shall trouble the other for any reason."

After reading the message, Benjamin couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Ha-ha! Finally, we won't trouble each other anymore."

He then picked up the two bank cards, turning to Rosalie with a look of defiance.

"To you, I'm just a burden, right? There's no need to rub it in. This amount of money? I'm not desperate for it!"

With those words, he tightly clenched his hand, his palm still bleeding. With a decisive snap, he broke the bank cards in half!

He relaxed his grip, and the pieces of the cards fell to the floor, his eyes reflecting deep sorrow.

"Rosalie, maybe this is the last time I'll call you by your name. Do you realize that I had a hand in everything you have now? I supported your career. That's why it's thriving."

Before Benjamin's words could fully sink in, a handsome young man in extravagant attire entered.

He cast a mocking glance at Benjamin.

"Have you lost your mind?"

As he spoke, the young man walked over to Rosalie. His expression softened as he smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist.

Then, facing Benjamin with a challenging look, he sneered.

"You're nothing but someone who handles household chores. How audacious of you to credit all of Rosalie's achievements to yourself? Who do you think you are? You think you deserve that?"