"Dad, Mom, I missed my aunt. I want to go visit her." I didn't want to. Anyone could tell what my parents meant.

These two people were so unreliable. I hadn't even divorced yet, and they had already chosen the next son-in-law, without even considering my opinion. They both showed no respect for me.

My mother said, "Your aunt doesn't feel like cooking to entertain so many people. Let's go."

"Come on." Lucy held onto my mom's arm and went out through the door.

If I remember correctly, my eldest aunt hasn't worked since she got married and has been a full-time housewife. Her biggest hobby is cooking. She leads a simple and carefree life.

My aunt is an excellent cook. How could she possibly be too lazy to cook? I feel like my mom thinks I'm a fool.

But they didn't care about me at all. They got in the car and disappeared into the festive atmosphere of the neighborhood.

"Is it because of me that you don't want to come to my house to play?" Dylan stood behind me and asked, sounding a bit disappointed.

"I didn't. I just felt it wouldn't be appropriate to go to someone else's house for New Year." I waved my hand.

Dylan laughed and said, "What's wrong?"

I couldn't defend myself.

Dylan's car was parked outside. We were chatting as we walked out. As we were about to get into the car, we heard a honk from across the road.

I turned my head to look. How did Frederic come back again?

He got off the car, his face darkened, and he walked towards me with big strides.

When Dylan saw Frederic, his smile disappeared.

"Frederic!" I immediately stepped forward and stopped Frederic.

"Move aside," Frederic said, glancing at me with anger-filled eyes.

"What do you want to do?" I didn't move and still held onto his clothes.

It was annoying that Dylan knew I was preventing Frederic from getting close to him, but Dylan still came over. "Frederic, nice to see you again."

Frederic had a bad temper. When he heard Dylan's provocative tone, he wanted to hit him.

Although I was nearly 1.7 meters tall, I had no advantage in facing these two tall men. Moreover, I was too thin and might have been squashed by them.

"I have wanted to punch you for a long time!" Dylan was also angry. Five years ago, he had told me in front of me that Frederic was not a good person and had always harbored hostility towards Frederic.

The two of them were about to fight. I was trying to stop Dylan while blocking Frederic. Suddenly, one of them swung their hand and pushed me to the ground.

I sat on the wet road, my feet twisted. I was in so much pain that I almost cried.

Dylan immediately came over to help me.

Frederic was one step ahead of him and lifted me up. He glared at Dylan fiercely. "I haven't divorced her yet. Stay away from her!"

Dylan's hand dropped down, and he looked at me with a heavy gaze.

I was in a very sorry state at that moment, allowing Frederic to carry me into the car. He took off his coat and handed it to me. "Take off your jacket and throw it in the back. Wear mine."

The back of my coat was dirty and wet. I took it off and threw it on the back seat, but I didn't want to wear Frederic's coat. "It's okay. I'm not cold. The car is quite warm."

"Stop talking nonsense," Frederic scolded, and then roughly draped his coat over my shoulders.

He was wearing only a solid-colored shirt and a gentleman's black waistcoat.

I cherished my body so much that I didn't persist and put on his coat.