Jerry Taylor listened, nodded, stood up: "I think you should really calm down here."

"Jerry Taylor, you bastard!" Chaya Davis cursed angrily, "You never loved me, did you? All these years, you’ve only felt responsibility towards me, not a shred of love!"

"If you had even a little bit of love, I wouldn’t have become what I am today!" Chaya screamed hysterically, the veins in her neck bulging, "It’s you who ruined me!"

"You know very well what happened back then." Jerry Taylor said a single sentence, and Chaya’s madness paused as if it had been put on hold, suddenly coming to a stop.

Her lips twitched, as if trying to say something but unable to.

"I married you, fulfilling my duties as a husband." Jerry continued, "You never wanted to be my wife, wasn’t the child also conceived through IVF?"

"Why did you want a child, to spite Mason Wilson?" Jerry asked without a hint of anger, "Since our marriage began, we’ve slept in separate rooms... Chaya, do you know why I agreed to your lousy excuses?"

Chaya could feel that the truth was something she definitely didn’t want to know, but it was as if her throat was blocked by something, rendering her unable to make a sound.

"Your presence conveniently helped me cover up some things." Jerry said.

Chaya finally couldn’t take it anymore, questioning with a tightened voice: "Jerry Taylor, what do you mean? You married me just to cover something up? What are you hiding? Did you use me?"

"What gives you the right to use me?" Chaya’s anger naturally focused on this point, what was Jerry Taylor, what qualifications did he have to use her?

"Weren’t you also using me?" Unlike the furious Chaya, whose features were distorted with rage, Jerry showed no signs of anger, remaining quite calm, "It’s just, I didn’t expect that we would have a child..."

Speaking to this point, Jerry gave a self-deprecating smile: "The child was also your way to spite Mason Wilson, but it was still my child."

"I once thought that after having a child, maybe the two of us could genuinely start again slowly. But I never would have expected that the child..." A flash of cold light erupted from Jerry’s eyes, forming a sharp contrast with his gentle appearance, like a sharp blade unsheathed, extremely keen.

"What, what are you going to do?" Chaya was scared, the arrogance she had moments ago completely replaced by fear.

In all these years, she had never seen this side of Jerry Taylor.

No matter what she did at home, he never had any objections, and today she finally realized that this man had such a terrifying side.

"I’m not doing anything." Jerry sighed lightly, back when he thought the child had died, he was incredibly upset, never expecting the truth to be part of Chaya’s scheme.

Jerry reined in his aura, looking at her and said: "I’m here just to make things clear. To tell you, you’re not the only smart person in the world, and I won’t do anything for you."

"Then why are you here? To laugh at me?" Chaya nearly went crazy with anger, thinking how hopeful she had been when she came to meet Jerry Taylor.

"I’m just..." Jerry looked at Chaya, an indescribable lightness in his eyes, "Saying goodbye to my past. From now on, take care of yourself."