I brought the divorce papers home, but the house was empty. I was used to it. In the past, I would have argued with her for not coming home often. At first, she would explain, saying she had to attend dinners or team-building events. Later, she simply remained silent or casually said it was nothing. Now I think this is quite good, not bothering each other. I sent Olivia a message, then threw the signed divorce papers on the coffee table. Counting the days, it had been a long time since I visited my mom. Since my dad passed away, she's been living alone in an old house in the suburbs. I realized that when I stopped revolving around Olivia, I had a lot more free time. And I had also neglected my family a lot. It's a good time to go see my mom. After I got home, my mom was overjoyed. "Why did you come alone? Where's Olivia?" "Did you have fun yesterday?" I was stunned. Fun? "What, did you forget your birthday yesterday? I even called you, and you said you were out with Olivia." Only then did I remember that I was busy with a project contract at work yesterday. I hurriedly answered my mom's call and briefly brushed it off. I completely forgot about my birthday as soon as I hung up. I didn't know how to answer, and I couldn't explain. It turned out yesterday was my birthday. At least in previous years, Olivia and I would have a meal together. This year, it was completely forgotten. I thought I would feel disappointed and sad. But now that it's brought up, I only feel guilty towards my mom. "You came back this time, is there any difficulty?" Fortunately, my mom didn't dwell on it. Instead, she held my hand and asked with a smile. "Don't worry, Mom has saved up some money for you. If anything's wrong, just say it." My eyes turned red, and I repeatedly said there was nothing wrong. I felt very guilty inside. How long had it been since I last came back? Before, every time I came to my mom, it seemed to be for money. Because Olivia never took care of the household, I had to be responsible for the mortgage and car loan, and the pressure was too great. That evening, I enjoyed the dinner very much. After eating, I watched some TV shows with my mom. We were happy and chatty. I hadn't been this relaxed in a long time. Before, it was all for Olivia, I didn't have my own life. And now, I can spend any amount of time with my mom. In the evening, I don't have to make a table full of dishes waiting for her. I can spend an evening eating with my mom, watching dramas, listening to her talk about neighborhood stories. When I go home, I don't have to think about how to ask for money. In the past, holidays had to fit her schedule. Now I can go wherever I want. Without Olivia, it turns out to be so relaxing and enjoyable. Until the next morning, when I was woken up by my mom's coughing. When I found her, she was outside the front door, trying hard to cover her mouth, her face red as she coughed. "It's nothing, just a small problem." Seeing me come out, she forced a smile and said it was nothing, but the next second she couldn't help but cough up a bloody phlegm. Without a word, I carried her on my back and took her to the hospital. The examination result: tuberculosis. Looking at my mom's evasive eyes, I felt extremely heartbroken. The words of questioning that came to my lips turned into complaints, complaining that she didn't tell me. "Mom is old, there's no need to waste money on this kind of disease. You're under so much pressure now, and you have your own family..." Mom seemed a bit embarrassed. I took a deep breath and, ignoring her refusal, forcibly arranged for the best doctor to consult her. When it came time to pay, I found that I didn't have enough money. I paused for a moment, smiling bitterly as I explained to my mom that the money was with Olivia. But... "That money, it was all borrowed by Ethan for medical treatment. You'll have to think of another way." After hearing what I said, Olivia said lightly. As expected. I wasn't surprised, and I was too lazy to argue with her. I just told her to remember to come home and sign the divorce papers. "Haven't you had enough?" Her tone finally carried some anger, expressing her dissatisfaction. "I told you, I'm serious." She still thought I was joking with her. This time, I hung up the phone first.