Even now, Noodle No Garlic clung to a final sliver of hope. Clutching his head in sheer agony, he noticed Su Nian's gaze resting on the family portrait. He picked the photo up and held it out to the camera.
"Look at this, Master. How could my wife possibly be that kind of woman?
"Look at her. She has been devoted to me all these years. We've never even had an argument!"
He spoke with deep sorrow, tears streaming down his face endlessly. Over the years, he had endured plenty of gossip because of his wife. People would say the children didn't look like him, but he had always believed they were simply overthinking it. Never did he expect that there would now be a completely different conclusion.
His tears continued to fall, his weeping utterly miserable. In just a short while, a large patch of his bed was already soaked.
Su Nian remained silent for a long time before she finally spoke. "Do you truly know what kind of person your wife is?"
