A Matrilocal Husband's Counterattack

Chapter 7: I Want a Divorce

"Why doesn't he just die? Why doesn't he just die?"

As soon as Linda returned to the Thompson family villa, she erupted in fury, unable to hold back the anger that had been brewing all evening. The front door wasn't even closed yet.

"Get that useless trash out of here! Out of our family!"

She pointed at Ethan, who hadn't even stepped inside, and shouted, "Get as far away as possible!"

Ethan had publicly exposed the painting as a fake, not only humiliating Henry but also putting her, the hostess, in a very awkward position.

A forgery so obvious that even a "freeloader" could recognize it, yet she and Timothy failed to see through it. Didn't that make them worse than trash?

Linda, of course, couldn't admit to anyone that she had deliberately sided with Henry.

But what truly infuriated her was the ginseng fruit.

Worth three million yuan. Promising longevity.

And Ethan had eaten it all by himself.

That fruit had been intended for Timothy and herself!

The thought made her heart bleed.

It felt like winning a three-million-dollar lottery ticket only to accidentally destroy it in the washing machine.

She was humiliated, furious, and filled with frustration.

But instead of blaming Henry and his wife, she poured all her resentment onto Ethan.

"Get out, do you hear me?"

Linda screamed at Ethan, "The Thompson family doesn't need an ungrateful wolf like you!"

Timothy sighed in helpless frustration. He wanted to speak but ultimately stayed silent.

Ethan chose not to step inside, unwilling to endure the noise.

Since mastering the Taiji Scripture and the Life-and-Death Jade, he had unconsciously grown more confident and composed.

"Mom, what did I do wrong?"

Shedding his former timidity, Ethan spoke calmly and assertively:

"The painting wasn't a gift from me; it was from my brother-in-law. If you want to blame someone, blame him for gifting a forgery."

"And as for the ginseng fruit, you're the ones who called it garbage."

Ethan met Linda's sharp gaze with composure. "No matter how upset you are, you can't pin this on me."

"Do you think I'm so foolish that I can't tell the painting was fake or the ginseng fruit was real?"

"I saw through it all at first glance," Linda snapped back. "But in that situation, could I humiliate your brother-in-law?"

"You couldn't humiliate him, so you decided to humiliate me instead?"

Ethan smirked faintly. "Twisting the truth isn't fair to me."

Sophia frowned slightly, sensing a change in Ethan.

"Humiliate you? What kind of face does a live-in son-in-law have to begin with?"

Linda grew even more enraged. "Do you think your face is worth more than your brother-in-law's?"

"A stay-at-home husband who only does chores—how can you compare to your brother-in-law, who runs a business?"

"Henry gives the Thompson family hundreds of thousands of yuan every year, while you cost us hundreds of thousands. How dare you compare yourselves?"

"Embarrassing you is a privilege for an ungrateful wolf like you!"