None of you stood up for Scarlett, and you still want Scarlett to apologize. Who does she need to ask for forgiveness from? Who did she wrong? Whitaker Chris, Scarlett isn’t going back, and neither am I. I’m divorcing you!”
Divorce!
Elizabeth, of her own accord, said she wanted a divorce from Whitaker Chris!
In this day and age, divorce is so rare. For Elizabeth, who had always been meek and submissive, to initiate it—it was earth-shattering!
Those eavesdropping outside the Miller Family courtyard were all startled. Even Whitaker Scarlett hadn’t expected her mother to be so resolute, let alone the three members of the Whitaker family.
Whitaker Chris thought, had he not beaten his wife lately, causing her to lose all respect for her husband?
He walked from Larkspur Village to Wellwater Village, bringing his sister-in-law and younger sister-in-law to pick up the mother and daughter, giving Elizabeth ample face. Although she couldn’t bear him a son, Whitaker Chris, while unhappy, had never considered replacing his wife. Now, Elizabeth unexpectedly said she couldn’t go on and wanted a divorce.
“Say that again!”
Whitaker Chris suddenly stood up, his sturdy, muscular build like a mountain, intimidating just to look at.
“What are you doing? Trying to cause trouble in the Miller Family?”
William quickly grabbed a carrying pole nearby, shielding his sister. Amanda rushed out, yelling, “He’s beating someone! Someone’s bullying our Miller Family, bullying Wellwater village!”
After her initial shock, Whitaker Scarlett went over and took Elizabeth’s hand.
Elizabeth drew support and courage from her daughter. This was the Miller Family, not the Whitaker family; she couldn’t be afraid of Whitaker Chris.
Even in the Whitaker family, Elizabeth would fight to tell the truth.
“I’m saying divorce, Chris. I can’t live with you anymore. Let’s get a divorce.”
Whitaker Chris clenched his fists, about to drag Elizabeth away. William’s carrying pole came down on him, but ultimately, he was no match for Whitaker Chris’s strength, and the pole was snatched away. The two men grappled, Whitaker Scarlett shielding her mother behind her, Maria looking anxious:
“Scarlett, calm your mother down. Can’t we sit down and talk things out? Bringing up divorce so easily, it’s so hurtful!”
Whitaker Scarlett’s face was cold, “Wasn’t it hurtful when he beat my mother? Auntie, I didn’t see you trying to stop him then.”
Maria wanted to say, wasn’t a woman taking a beating an age-old custom?
Amanda had already returned with the villagers. Several villagers separated Whitaker Chris and William; those friendly with William even secretly kicked Whitaker Chris a few times.
“What’s going on? Are you here to act tough in our village?”
“Kill the bastard! A man who beats his wife is spineless, and he dares to fight with William!”
“He came to our doorstep, thinking Wellwater village has no one!”
No one knew exactly what Amanda had said when she called for help, but the villagers grew angrier and angrier, ganging up to beat Whitaker Chris. Two fists are no match for four hands. Whitaker Chris was beaten to the ground. Elizabeth held her daughter’s hand tightly, discovering the man who terrified her wasn’t invincible. He could throw his weight around at home, but he was a coward outside.
“Stop it!”
A man in his sixties walked into the Miller Family courtyard, hands behind his back.
The villagers held Whitaker Chris down.
“Uncle Daniel is here.”
“Uncle Daniel, this Whitaker guy is a real piece of work.”
“Don’t talk, Uncle Daniel must have a plan.”
Uncle Daniel was the village head of Wellwater Village. The Harris family was a large clan in Wellwater village, and Uncle Daniel, having served as village head for many years, commanded great respect. Uncle Daniel had served in the army in his youth. While he hadn’t achieved any great feats, he was a genuine veteran. Although he was content to be a small village head in Wellwater village, who knew what positions his old comrades had reached?
Uncle Daniel was a well-known figure not only in Wellwater village but also in the township and county.
Uncle Daniel had even been elected a county people’s congress representative. Even when William was slacking off, he wouldn’t dare to be too presumptuous in front of Uncle Daniel.
“Uncle Daniel, you’re here. Please have a seat.”
William offered Uncle Daniel the best seat, and Uncle Daniel didn’t refuse. He sat down before looking at Elizabeth:
