The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 101

“I sold everything I had to send her to school, gave up everything to send her to the big city. And now? She refuses to acknowledge me! Says I embarrass her and wants me to go back to the countryside…” Larry cried, his performance so convincing that even he almost believed it. His acting deserved a perfect score.

The reporters snapped photos frantically. An adoptive daughter abandoning her rural adoptive father was headline–worthy material. They were all eager to get an exclusive scoop.

The journalists felt deeply sympathetic toward Larry and didn’t hold back their criticism of Celine. “How could Celine be so heartless?”

“I never believed anyone could be inherently evil until Celine proved me wrong!”

Benjamin handed Larry a tissue, his voice filled with righteous anger. “Today’s press conference is to expose Celine for who she truly is. Too many people still don’t know what kind of person she is. She can’t just abandon her adoptive father. She must take responsibility!”

Larry wiped his face with the tissue, a sly smile flashing briefly across his lips. No matter how much protection Adam offered, Celine wouldn’t escape him.

Lucy exchanged a quick glance with Carly. Both of them were pleased with how things were unfolding.

Hayden hadn’t bothered to show up. To him, this press conference was enough to deal with Celine. He had a business dinner with a few clients at a luxury hotel and

for good news from

wore a pained expression and spoke apologetically, “Ladies and gentlemen, I owe you all an apology. Celine is my daughter. It’s my

took her hand.

in. “Mrs. Tate, you’re a wonderful mother! Just

Tate, Celine is just rotten to the core. Some people

a stepping stone, she

press conference has started, but Celine hasn’t shown up. I bet she’s too afraid to face

when a clear, confident voice rang out. “Benjamin,

at the door. Celine had arrived, and she came alone. She walked forward with steady steps, the crowd of reporters

some nerve showing up

up your mind. Do

anger. The so–called little tyrant of Mercity had

smirked discreetly. It was even better that Celine had

reached out to

Larry. “Don’t touch me with your filthy hands. You make me