Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 584 Divorce Matters (2)_1

Gian Horne was shocked and extremely embarrassed when he discovered his bank card had restrictions. Transactions over one hundred thousand yuan were impossible? He knew without asking that it was Glades Horne's doing. Other than his son, who else could make the bank impose such restrictions on his card? There was no one else.

His son was targeting his mistress, and he couldn't plead for her. Now, was he, the father, also under attack?

He was his father!

"Mr. Horne, do you have another bank card?" the clerk asked again politely.

The clerk thought, Wasn't it said he was no longer in love with his mistress? So why is he now shopping with her? The affairs of wealthy families are indeed fickle, changing daily.

Gian Horne shook his head awkwardly.

He did have other bank cards, but not with him. Besides, even if he produced another card, would it be any use? Since his son had started to restrict his finances, even a hundred bank cards would be useless. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

That was Glades Horne's strength: he would rather conceal his hatred for thirty years, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Previously, when Gian was still the head of the household and held all the power, Glades was the son dependent on his father for everything. Therefore, Glades only ever showed his good side, the one that would reassure and gratify his father.

Once Glades gradually gained control of the Horne Family, and after learning his mother had decided to let go of her feelings for his father, he no longer needed to hide his hatred.

"You, the mighty patriarch of the Horne Family, and your bank card is limited to one hundred thousand yuan! Gian Horne, aren't you ashamed? Look, this must be your precious son's doing! He's not even sparing you, his own father! Gian Horne, aren't you losing face? A father being controlled by his son…"

The moment Pheobe Rogers heard Gian Horne's bank card was limited to one hundred thousand yuan and guessed it was Glades Horne's scheme, she seethed with anger. Old and new resentments surged within her. If Glades Horne were to appear before her then, she would undoubtedly pounce and tear him to shreds.

Gian Horne's face flushed red with anger. He glared at her fiercely, snatched back the restricted bank card, and said gruffly, "Pay for your own things. I'm not dealing with it." With that, he stormed off without waiting for Pheobe Rogers, got into his car, and drove away, abandoning her there.

Pheobe Rogers was so furious her face turned ashen. She wanted to drop everything and chase after Gian Horne, but the clerk stopped her. The clerk stated that if she wasn't buying the items, she had to return them to their original places. Frustrated and in a fit of pique, Pheobe Rogers ended up purchasing everything, which cost her a significant portion of her savings.

Seething with rage, Gian Horne called Glades Horne. Learning Glades was at the Valence Group, Gian rushed straight to the CEO's Office.

There, in the office that had once been his, he saw the son who had been his greatest pride.

Glades Horne wore a simple black long-sleeved shirt and black trousers. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets as he stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, a posture he seemed to favor.

It was mid-March according to the Gregorian calendar. During this time of year in T City, the chill had dissipated, and the daytime sun grew stronger each day.

Dressed as he was, he wouldn't feel cold, especially since the office was maintained at a comfortable temperature with moderate heating.

Glades had received his father's call. He had seen his father's car enter the Valence Group premises. He had heard from his Secretary that his father was requesting to see him. He knew why his father had come.

Upon entering, Gian Horne was met with the sight of his son's arrogant back. He desperately wanted to shout, to question him loudly, but facing that arrogant posture, he suddenly felt his own confidence falter.

"Glades."

Gian began very gently, then asked in a conversational tone, "Glades, did you do something to my bank card? That's not right, is it?"

The first time Glades Horne had blocked his finances was because Julia had been interrogated by them. In his anger, Glades had punished all the family members. Gian had no objections then; he understood his son's love for his wife.

But this time… this was revenge, wasn't it?

When Mila Anderson formally asked him for a divorce, he knew his son would act. He just hadn't expected it to be so swift. Only a few days had passed since the actions against Pheobe Rogers, and now it was his turn.

He had made many mistakes, true, but he was still his father!

He didn't dare ask his children to intercede for him regarding his wife's divorce request. But surely, his son wouldn't kick him while he was down, not at a time like this?

"Besides me, who else do you think has this kind of power?" Glades Horne turned around, his dark eyes fixed on his father, who was visibly struggling to contain his fury. "Impressive, isn't he? Your son," he retorted coldly.

"Glades… you… you…" Gian Horne was so infuriated by his son's attitude that his beard trembled. His suppressed anger finally erupted. He pointed at Glades, speechless, unable to articulate any further accusation.

An allowance of one hundred thousand yuan a month wasn't even enough for tea with friends, let alone Pheobe Rogers's living expenses. He usually gave Pheobe Rogers one million yuan a month. Now that he could barely support himself, how could he provide for her? They were both getting older, and Pheobe Rogers depended on him. Without his financial support, how would she survive? After thirty years together, even if he was increasingly disappointed in her, he still had a responsibility to her, didn't he?

"Your goal is to stop me from giving Pheobe Rogers money for her living expenses, to cut me off financially, and by doing so, to cut off her lifeline, is that it?"

Pheobe Rogers was a lavish spender and didn't have much in savings. She had also spent a considerable sum trying to drive a wedge between Glades Horne and Julia Bluen. Without his support, she would be forced to sell her property and end up homeless within three months, unless James Horne gave her money.

However, James Horne was currently missing, his whereabouts unknown.

He didn't know that James Horne had once said that unless Pheobe Rogers was on an operating table in a Surgery Room, waiting for money to save her life, he wouldn't give her another cent.

"Correct!"

"Glades, regardless of anything, she is James's mother. She has been with me for thirty years, without official status or recognition. I have to be responsible for her…"

Glades Horne suddenly let out a cold laugh. He strode towards his father, his eyes growing even colder, his voice like something conjured from Hell itself. "Responsible? Dad, do you even deserve to say the word 'responsible'? Do you even know what it means? You feel you should be responsible for her because she's been with you for thirty years? Then what about my mother? Why did I never see you being responsible for *her*? Dad, you are my father, my elder. I truly wanted to respect you, but you…" He trailed off, his disappointment in his father deepening profoundly.