Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 583 Divorce Matters (1)_1

"Mila, you’re here."

Seeing Mila Anderson arrive, the elderly lady greeted her with a kindly smile. The relationship between this mother-in-law and daughter-in-law could not be considered especially good, but it was not bad either. The elderly lady treated Mila well, and Mila held considerable respect for the old lady.

"Mother, you asked for me." Mila smiled faintly. As soon as she had entered, Gian Horne stared at her as if he didn’t recognize her. It was the first time in decades that he had gazed at her with such focused attention. Too bad...

"Mila, I suppose you know why I’ve asked to see you. Sigh, after so many years, are you really sure you want to divorce Gian?" The old lady did not beat around the bush. As a mother and a mother-in-law, whenever her son and daughter-in-law were at odds over divorce, she always tried to play the mediator.

"Mother, if you’re trying to persuade me, please don’t. I’ve already made up my mind," Mila said, her voice tinged with coolness.

"I want to persuade you, but the words won’t come out. People usually advise reconciliation, not separation. There’s a saying, ’Rather demolish ten temples than destroy one marriage.’ I know these decades haven’t been easy on you. I... Now that the children are grown, you should think it over carefully yourself." The old lady sighed deeply, indicating her position. She neither approved nor opposed the divorce, only asking Mila to consider it carefully.

"Mother!" Gian cried out.

He had wanted his mother to be the peacemaker, not to support Mila.

He didn’t want a divorce! Even if Mila filed for divorce, he wouldn’t agree to it!

"However, Mila, could I ask you something?" The old lady ignored her son and asked Mila gently. Only after Mila nodded did she continue, "Please don’t file for divorce in court just yet. Regardless of Gian’s faults, as his mother, I don’t wish to see him taken to court. If you sue, given his involvement with Phoebe Rogers, he would be guilty of bigamy. I’m old, and I don’t have many days left. I hope that before I pass away, you can settle the divorce matters privately. Can you do that?"

Mila fell silent. If they communicated privately, she feared they still wouldn’t be able to get a divorce by next year. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Mila, Mother is begging you. If not, I’ll kneel before you," said the old lady, starting to get agitated. She trembled as she tried to stand, making to kneel before Mila, who hurriedly supported her. The old lady was very shrewd. She knew Mila would never dare let her kneel, and by doing this, Mila had no choice but to agree.

Seeing that Mila had agreed, the old lady breathed a slight sigh of relief. Then she glared fiercely at her son. This was all she could do. If, during the remainder of her life, her son could make Mila change her mind, then the family could avoid being torn apart. If not, they might as well sign the papers quickly and set Mila free.

When Mila proposed moving out of the Horne family’s grand villa, the old lady also stopped her.

The old lady pleaded with her not to leave the Horne family until after Julia gave birth and before she herself passed away.

For the old lady’s sake, Mila eventually compromised and did not bring up moving out of the Horne family estate again.

But her determination to divorce Gian Horne remained.

Gian adamantly refused to divorce. Mila could only treat the husband she had loved for over thirty years with even greater coldness.

Glades Horne was intensifying his actions against Phoebe Rogers. When James Horne returned from the seaside that day and learned of his mother’s plight, his heart ached. He wanted to plead with his older brother on his mother’s behalf, but when faced with his handsome older brother, he was unable to utter a word. His older brother’s silent hatred had finally erupted, and there was nothing he could do to stop it anymore.

He didn’t want to witness his brother’s treatment of their mother. Without telling anyone, he briefly vanished, needing time alone to calm his mind. Before he disappeared, he sent a single message to Julia Bluen, hoping she could protect their mother’s life on his behalf.

Glades began to restrict their father’s finances, allotting him only a monthly allowance of one hundred thousand yuan. If Gian’s spending on his bank card exceeded one hundred thousand yuan, it would be declined.

Gian did not initially realize that his bank card had once again been restricted by his eldest son, who was now in charge. This became clear one time when he sneakily and cautiously accompanied Phoebe Rogers on a shopping trip. Phoebe was on the brink of a mental breakdown. She was devastated by Glades’s attacks and by her son, who had quietly left, unwilling to side with her against Glades. Gian, showing a rare moment of solicitude, accompanied her. Seizing the opportunity, she began to shop extravagantly, intentionally selecting expensive items, whether useful or not.

"Phoebe, you’ve picked out a lot of things," Gian remarked, looking at the heavy bags in his and Phoebe’s hands as they shopped on Pedestrian Street. He wondered how many digits the card payment would amount to.

"What’s the matter? Can’t you afford it?" Phoebe scoffed, glancing at him coldly. In the past, when they went shopping, he would have gladly bought her everything on the street.

Gian chuckled. "I’m just worried we won’t be able to carry it all. Besides, the car isn’t that big; how much can it hold?"

Hearing this, not only did she not stop, but her shopping spree in that one store became even more excessive.

When it came time to pay, Gian took out his bank card and handed it to the cashier. After the cashier tallied up all the items Phoebe had selected, he took Gian’s card to process the payment. When Gian entered his PIN and the cashier tried to run the card, it was then discovered that Gian’s card had a restriction: it could only be used for up to one hundred thousand yuan per month. Once that limit was reached, not another penny could be charged.

"Mr. Horne, do you have another bank card?" the cashier asked politely, while internally scoffing. The esteemed Mr. Horne of the Horne family, and his card is limited to a mere one hundred thousand yuan? So stingy!

Gian’s face stiffened at the cashier’s question. He raised his eyebrows and retorted, "What do you mean? Isn’t this card enough?" His card was a black card, after all!

"Mr. Horne, your bank card has a limit. It cannot be used for transactions exceeding one hundred thousand yuan," the cashier explained politely.

"What?"