Ashley Hopper never thought about divorcing Bryant Robertson. Bryant Robertson was tall and well-built, and he didn't smoke or drink. He was truly an exceptional man.
If she divorced Bryant Robertson, where would she find such a good man?
"Jenny, when have I ever thought about getting a divorce? Don't talk nonsense." After saying this, she cautiously glanced at Bryant Robertson, worried he might misunderstand her.
"Sister, are you daft? Look at how he treats you! What's there to live for with him? Just go ahead and divorce him, get this house, and then you can find yourself a handsome husband just like that lady did…"
Ashley Hopper's face flushed. "What are you talking about?"
Milton Hopper said, "Brother-in-law, I'm telling you, if you don't let me marry Samara, I'll make my sister divorce you!"
As if one troublemaker wasn't enough, another one appeared. Bryant Robertson no longer hesitated. "Fine, divorce! You can have this house!"
