"Carter you ......" was Rola's voice.

"Mom, you help me carry the pudding out first, I have a few words to say to this gentleman." I handed my son to Rola.

Rola took the baby and left.

I walked over to the bed and fished out a document from under the pillow and handed it over.

"Sign it, I will divorce you."

Carter didn't take it, and I heard him kneel down in front of me again, "sela ......"

"Don't call me sela again, I can't afford it." I finished coldly and tears fell from my eyes, "During this period of your amnesia, I kept telling myself that you only...