She paused, then exhaled softly, "Fortunately, you divorced her too. Such a woman is not worthy of our Shi Family."
Shi Che’s brow furrowed instantly, his dark eyes narrowed as he looked sternly at Mrs. Shi, "Who told you that I divorced Chuxia?"
Shi Che’s words took Mrs. Shi aback. She reflexively looked at Sister Hua, who also appeared surprised. Hadn’t Miss Yun Shu said that the young master and the Young Madam had already divorced?
However, Mrs. Shi didn’t wait for Sister Hua’s answer and quickly regained her composure, her expression darkening once again, "Che’er, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you haven’t divorced Ling Chuxia?"
Shi Che’s brows tightened even more, a fleeting shadow passed through the depths of his eyes. He moved his lips, his voice as indifferent as ever, "Mom, I’ve said before that you should not interfere in my matters with Chuxia."
That single sentence utterly ignited Mrs. Shi’s fury. The anger she had forcefully suppressed surged up, unstoppable.
"Not interfere, not interfere! It’s precisely because I left you alone, interfered with nothing, that we of the Shi Family lost our child so inexplicably!"
The last time he took Ling Chuxia away, she was indeed furious, but on the other hand, she seemed to see that Shi Che’s feelings toward Ling Chuxia were not of indifference or dislike. Otherwise, why would he not let Ling Chuxia sign the divorce papers?
She didn’t necessarily want to meddle in Shi Che’s marriage; when she initially made Shi Che marry Ling Chuxia, marrying him to a woman he didn’t like, leading to his unhappy marriage, she did feel guilty inside. So that day, she didn’t do anything further and just let things be.
If Shi Che could like Ling Chuxia, willingly spend his life with her, and have an heir for the Shi Family, she wouldn’t have needed to stir up so much trouble.
But she never expected that her non-interference, her refusal to meddle, would result in the loss of her dearly longed-for grandson—how could this not be a devastating blow?
When Sister Hua told her the news, she nearly collapsed. If she hadn’t been holding on with sheer willpower, she wouldn’t have been able to stand it till now.
If she had known it would end , she would have rather Shi Che resented her, hated her as a mother, rather than let things run their course.
Not only Mrs. Shi grieved the loss of the child, but Shi Che was similarly devastated. Now, with Mrs. Shi mentioning the child over and over, the deep sorrow he had been suppressing was being torn at relentlessly, as if that bloody wound had not had the chance to be concealed before being cruelly exposed, causing unbearable pain.
Shi Che’s face slightly paled, his hand slowly clenched into a fist.
Mrs. Shi glared fiercely at Shi Che, her eyes blazing with anger. When she spoke, it was no longer a discussion but a command, "Ling Chuxia has already signed the divorce papers, right? You signed them too, so get the divorce processed quickly. We, the Shi Family, will absolutely not accept such a daughter-in-law."
She paused, her voice softening slightly with a hint of guilt, "Che, after all, it is I who owe you. I should have followed your heart from the beginning and let you marry the person you wanted to. Fortunately, it’s not too late for me to rectify this mistake."
As soon as she finished, she looked up and called out in the direction of the kitchen, "Yun Shu—"
Shi Che’s gaze grew heavier, and he instinctively turned his head, following Mrs. Shi’s line of sight.