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No matter how much grievance Nanny White suffered at home, she would endure it.

She wouldn’t complain, and she wouldn’t ask for a divorce.

If there was anyone to blame.

It could only be that she was unlucky.

What Aunt Zhang could now feel fortunate about was getting her daughter out of this whole mess.

She could suffer, but her daughter couldn’t.

Every time she experienced domestic violence, Aunt Zhang would be reminded of Sylvia Thompson. As long as she thought of Sylvia’s smile, she was no longer afraid of anything.

“Unlucky?” Mrs. Thompson heard this and frowned: “Fate is in your own hands. As long as you don’t compromise, no one can make you compromise. If you don’t dare to take the initiative to ask for a divorce, I can lend you my support!

Mrs. Thompson despised women who hit men the most in her life.

As a man.

You can be without ability or power, but if you have nothing else and still beat your wife, then you are not worthy of being a person.

Hearing that, Nanny Donne was incredibly happy, feeling that Aunt Zhang could soon escape from her suffering, and immediately said: “Sister Zhang, did you hear what the old lady said? She can support you!’

Mrs. Thompson had been a soldier when she was young, and her connections were vast.

As Aunt Zhang listened to Nanny Donne’s words, her face showed no hint of joy. “Thank you for your kindness, old lady, but it’s not necessary. I-I don’t want a divorce…

Mrs. Thompson was very puzzled.

It wasn’t just Mrs. Thompson; everyone else at the table was also puzzled.

When someone offered help to a victim of domestic violence, she actually turned it down.

Did she become addicted to violence?

“Why?”

Aunt Zhangs eyes reddened slightly, “My husband and I come from the same village. Where we are from, divorced women get cursed, not only does it hurt themselves, but it also brings shame to their families. So… I can’t divorce. I can’t dishonor my family. Mrs. Thompson, I know you have a good heart, but I really cannot divorce.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Thompson frowned slightly.

What era is this, and such things still happen?

“Do you know that domestic violence is against the law?” Mrs. Thompson continued: “If you just let this go, your husband will only become more and more unscrupulous. If divorce is not an option, at least learn to protect yourself using legal means.”

Aunt Zhang shook her head, “Actually, my husband doesn’t mean to hit me on purpose. It’s just that he drinks too much. I have been married to him for so many years that I know he is not a bad guy, he just can’t control himself. I-I can forgive him.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Thompson’s sympathy for Aunt Zhang instantly disappeared.

In the end.

Her situation today is entirely her own fault.

No divorce, no police report.

And even refusing help from others.

In other words, her bottomless tolerance is the very reason her husband continues to abuse her recklessly.

“Then let me say something unpleasant. You deserve it.” Mrs. Thompson said brutally.

Deserve to be beaten by a man.

With that said, Mrs. Thompson picked up her chopsticks, “Let’s continue our dinner.’

Mary Perryne still felt uneasy in her heart. “Uhm, Aunt Zhang, do you really not need help?”

She couldn’t bear to see others suffering like this. “No, really, I do not want to lose my husband.”

Even Nanny Donne couldn’t bear to hear this.

“Sister Zhang, both Mrs. Thompson and Mrs. Perryne said they would help you, what are you afraid of? It’s not difficult to find a two-legged man. Why do you demean yourself like this?”

Nanny Donne even began to suspect whether Aunt Zhang had a masochistic tendency.

Aunt Zhang lowered her head without uttering a word, and began to clean up the shards on the floor.

Sylvia Thompson sneakily glanced at Aunt Zhang, who was cleaning up the broken pieces, and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, she hadn’t aroused that old witch’s suspicion.

Mrs. Thompson filled a bowl of soup for Viola Thompson, “Come Viola, have some soup. Let’s not have our mood affected by these small matters.”

“Thank you, grandma.”

The old and the young got along harmoniously in this situation.

Making the others feel a bit redundant.

Especially Sylvia Thompson.

Sylvia Thompson wished she could bite her silver teeth to pieces, furious enough to spit blood.

This old witch was showing favoritism, abandoning her own granddaughter for a girl without a name.

It was just too unfair.

She realized now that the old woman was biased against her. It didn’t matter what she did; the old witch would never acknowledge her.

Sylvia Thompson lowered her eyes, a hint of sadness seeping through her gaze.

Edward Thompson noticed this scene and felt heartbroken..