I’m the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex

Chapter 91: A Cry for Help

After inflicting such harsh treatment, it was excruciatingly painful. As the pain pierced her, large teardrops fell like pearls slipping off a string. In an instant, she was crying her eyes out, looking like a pear tree weeping under rain.

It was the first time Sophia saw Ellis crying so miserably. Her bright, clear eyes were shrouded in glistening tears, as if veiled by a thick mist, silently conveying her grievances. Sophia’s heart clenched at the sight, and she immediately called her son.

“You little rascal! Do you think you rule the world, that no one can handle you? Ellis is your wife, not your enemy; she—”

Sophia’s loud scolding was somewhat harsh to the ear, prompting Easton to instinctively pull the phone away from his ear. Calculating a less irritating distance, he frowned slightly and interrupted, “Mom, did Ellis talk to you?”

“Even if Ellis hadn’t reached out, I’d still be clueless about how cold-blooded my own son could be! You—”

“Mom, I don’t want to talk too much; I just want to tell you one thing. Everything I do has a purpose.”

“If you’re so cold-hearted, maybe you should just divorce her.” Sophia couldn’t understand her son’s actions; such heartache was hard to heal. Was her son not afraid that one day he’d hurt Ellis so badly she wouldn’t want to stay with him?

The mention of divorce brought deep unrest to Easton, along with a hint of irritation. “Why would I divorce her?” Perhaps his tie was too tight, making his breathing slightly uncomfortable; he tugged at his tie. “Mom, everything I’m doing now is to keep Ellis calm and stop her from constantly threatening divorce.”

Hearing this, Sophia’s rising anger cooled significantly.

Carly, Ellis, and their son all agreed on one thing—Ellis was the one who brought up the divorce. Although Easton ignored Ellis’s direct emotional needs, didn’t appease her, and allowed her to continue thinking about divorce, it was a good thing that he wasn’t just going along with Ellis and was actually trying to put an end to the divorce drama.

Sophia had started the call sitting on the same sofa as Ellis, but as they spoke, she unconsciously moved away, then walked with her phone to another spot. Ellis looked on; she was puzzled.

Making sure Ellis couldn’t hear, Sophia stood casually in front of a famous painting, watching it while asking, “Aren’t you afraid of being too harsh? Ellis can only take so much.”

Ellis reaching out to his mother was expected by him.

Easton had preemptively mentioned, “If I don’t give her a strong dose now, with you as her backbone, and Carly as her enforcer, who knows when she’ll calm down? I’m handling her and my aunt together; just stay out of it; she’ll settle down soon.”

“Alright then,” Sophia immediately decided to stay out of it. “But first, be honest with me, are you still—”

Chapter 91: A Cry for Help

Whether Easton had cheated with Victoria was still unclear to her.

“Why bring up Victoria out of the blue?” Easton’s lips curled slightly.

“I’m asking if you’ve cheated with Victoria,” Sophia repeated bluntly.

“Mom, we’re talking about Ellis and me divorcing, don’t bring up Victoria.”

His son’s evasion made Sophia suspect something was wrong, but lacking concrete evidence for the moment, she said, “Just don’t let me find out you’re cheating, or mistreating Ellis, or I won’t let you off the hook.”

Sophia’s concern for Ellis was almost as intense as it would be for her own daughter, occasionally giving him the illusion that his mother’s biological child was Ellis, and he was the adopted one. That was why he disliked Ellis a bit; her cunning ways had his mother wrapped around her finger.

His expression slightly mocking, Easton said, “Mom, you might as well ask Ellis to take our surname and be your biological daughter, and just cast me aside.”

Ignoring her son’s sarcasm, Sophia asked again, “All these things you’re doing, are they to make Ellis drop the idea of divorcing you?”

Of course, that wasn’t his intention; he was simply teaching her a lesson to keep her from getting too big for her boots and disrespecting him. To make her fully aware that he wasn’t a toy to be taken or discarded at her whim, and getting rid of him would come at a price—one that she couldn’t bear and would have to beg him for mercy a thousand times over before he’d consider letting her off the hook.

To keep his mother from seeing through his plans, Easton kept his thoughts to himself and placated her with a lie, “Yes.”

“What about your prenuptial agreement?” Sophia hadn’t forgotten about the prenup.

“Mom, did Ellis show you the agreement?”

“I’ve seen it.”

“Since you’ve seen it, don’t you think whether it’s void or not doesn’t matter? As long as Ellis and I don’t divorce, the prenuptial agreement is just a piece of paper.” Easton had never thought about living his life with Ellis, just as he hadn’t thought about initiating a divorce with her. The prenup, drawn up by a lawyer and legally notarized, was just a formality before they got married.