The Secrets of Trash Son in Law

Chapter 2

Blake frowned, hia body as if frozen, unable to believe what he had just heard, showing how shocked and confused he was. 

Blake shook his head, rejecting what her mother-in-law said. "No, no. We're not getting a divorce because marriage is sacred, it can't be played with."

He would keep their marriage, even if it was because Amora's grandfather set them up. Blake was already considered his own grandson, which is why Jhonson finally married him to Amora.

Zuri, who heard Blake's refusal, became even more upset. "This marriage is because my father asked for it, that's why it's better for you to get divorced."

Blake didn't want to disappoint Jhonson, but he also loved Amora. He didn't want to divorce his wife, no matter what.

Meanwhile, Zuri felt a wave of anger burning in her chest when she saw Blake's reaction to rejection. She raised her head, her eyes glaring, and her voice turned stern.

"You really don't know yourself. You can't make my daughter happy, so let go and let Amora be happy with another man." She growled, every word heavy and full of emotion. Zuri's hands clenched into fists, clutching the hospital blanket as if it could contain her anger.

Blake, who was still stunned, opened his mouth to explain, but Zuri didn't give him a chance. She continued, her voice rising. "I don't want to see you guys together anymore! Amora doesn't deserve you!"

Blake's expression changed from confusion to disbelief. He stood up, his body slightly bent, as if trying to weather Zuri's anger storm. His movements showed uncertainty but also the courage to fight back.

Zuri took a deep breath, mastering herself, but the pent-up emotions peaked. "I've had it with how useless you are. You're just a burden on my daughter's life. What a miserable life my daughter has with you."

"Never mind, Mom." Amora exhaled harshly, too tired to listen to her mother's ramblings. "I won't divorce her either." Amora opened her voice, mediating the heated argument that was draining her energy.

Hearing that, Zuri immediately gave her daughter a sharp look. "Are you stupid, Amora? You still want to keep this lousy man?"

Zuri shook her head in disbelief that her daughter didn't even seem willing to part with Blake. Of course, that angered her even more.

"You can get a man a hundred times better than this man, Amora." Zuri fumed, wringing her hands in annoyance.

Amora bowed her head, massaging her forehead lightly while occasionally looking away, seemingly tired of hearing her mother's incessant babbling.

"Betrand, Hudson, Miguel and Damian, they like you and will give you a better life." Zuri convinced her daughter to divorce Blake while occasionally glancing at Blake with a hateful look. "But you want to stay with a useless man like him."

Amora chuckled softly, exhaling a rough breath. "We don't need to argue about this here, ma'am. Let's talk about it another time." She tried to remain calm in response to her mother's anger. "Just focus on mom's recovery first."

"No, I'm not. I want you to get a divorce as soon as possible. If you want her to get better, then do that." Zuri insisted on forcing Amora to divorce Blake.

Zuri was tired and fed up, and things were not going her way. She wanted a rich son-in-law who could give her a good life and, of course, make her daughter happy.

Amora was already very tired and stressed. Her mother's voice sounded farther away, and her words blurred in Amora's drifting mind. Her face looked tired, and her eyes were half closed as if trying to avoid the fact that the babbling wouldn't stop. Each sentence felt like a pile of extra weight, making her want to escape from this ever-spinning situation.

"I'll try to keep her happy, Mom." Blake opened his voice again, intending to convince his mother-in-law that although he wasn't as rich as the people Zuri mentioned, he was capable of making Amora happy.

"Are you dreaming?" Zuri greeted Blake's words with a high tone of voice, not accepting it. "You can't even give her money to shop, how can you make my daughter happy?"

Zuri chuckled, looking at Blake with one eyebrow raised, seemingly underestimating the man in front of her. Blake's words just now tickled her stomach, making her want to burst out laughing.

"You haven't even bought her clothes yet." Zuri crossed her arms over her chest. "Let alone the million-dollar ones, you can't even afford the cheap thousand-dollar ones. Get over it, you useless man!"

Amora closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and then looked at Blake with a chin gesture. "Come out, Blake. No need to say anything else."

Amora was really tired. She just wanted to make things calmer because she didn't want to disturb the comfort of other patients.

Her energy was already drained enough with work at the office, not to mention this. It felt like Amora's head was about to burst.

Seeing the tired look on Amora's face made Blake feel even more guilty. He didn't want to make his wife more dizzy, so Blake nodded his head slowly.

"Excuse me." He decided to go out while clasping his hands firmly, holding back something that rumbled hotly inside his chest.

"Yeah, fuck off!" Zuri's shout rang out loudly, accompanying Blake's footsteps.

Blake exhaled, choosing to calm himself by walking the corridors of the hospital garden. He could not escape the fact that there were indeed many men who liked Amora.

Remembering some of the names of the men Zuri had mentioned made his chest feel tight and hot. She stuffed both hands into her pants pockets, staring blankly at the fish pond in the centre of the garden.

Blake's cell phone vibrated. He took his phone out of his pants pocket and looked at the incoming message from Amora. His brow furrowed slightly as he read the message: "Go home first, I'll keep Mom company first."

After reading the message, Blake exhaled, put his cell phone back in his pants pocket and walked away on his own.

The next morning, Blake came early to the hospital to accompany Zuri. Although at first Zuri refused to be helped by Blake, Amora managed to convince her because, after all, Blake could accompany her while Amora worked. Although Zuri didn't like it, Blake was a pretty good son-in-law.

Blake brought fruits, as Amora requested last night. However, Blake's footsteps stopped when he heard someone else's voice in Zuri's room. When he opened the door to Zuri's hospital room, his gaze was fixed on someone who was talking to Zuri.

"Hah, here comes that useless man, who can only trouble my daughter." Zuri exhaled harshly, glancing sharply at Blake, who was frozen in the doorway. "You see, while my daughter is working, he's idling around. All he does is relax."

Blake looked at the man in the white coat in front of him. It was Miguel, one of the men who liked Amora. He looked at Blake with one eyebrow raised haughtily.

"A lazy man like him doesn't deserve to be Amora's husband." Miguel smiled sarcastically at Blake. He emphasized that sentence to hurt Blake's pride. "Shouldn't he have the self-awareness to let Amora go so she can be with an established man who can make her happy?"

Zuri nodded her head. "Yes, he continues to be stubborn. Shameless."

Zuri tossed the clothes she was folding on her thighs. Deliberately, he gave a reaction that actually told Blake to know who his position was here compared to Miguel, which was nothing.

"Well then, how about this ...." Miguel took out his wallet and took out a few bills from inside, then threw a hundred thousand dollars at Blake. "As compensation for you divorcing Amora."

The corners of Miguel's lips lifted up, showing his dominating sly smile. His piercing eyes seemed to strip Blake of his pride.