Victoria put her car keys away and walked over to greet Leon's parents. "Hi, Samuel. Hi, Eleanor."
"Oh, shut up." Eleanor Thompson sneered. Though she wore an elegant dress, it did nothing to soften her sharpness.
Victoria wasn't offended. She'd always know that Eleanor and Samuel Quigley didn't like her.
Throughout her years of marriage, she'd barely interacted with them, partly because Leon didn't want her to suffer their cold treatment, and partly because he didn't have a great relationship with them either.
As a result, they hardly spent time together apart from Thanksgiving dinners.
"Where's Leon?" Samuel asked, and his expression was stern.
Perhaps it was out of defiance, or perhaps she'd just given up caring, but Victoria replied with just three words: "I don't know."
"I heard you two are getting divorced?" Samuel looked up and gave off an almost suffocating pressure.
Victoria instinctively glanced upstairs.
As if reading her mind, Samuel said, "Edwin isn't home. I had someone take him out to play. He won't be back for another hour."
Just after he spoke, Victoria received a text on her phone. It was from Edwin.
"Why bother wasting words with her?" Eleanor impatiently snapped and looked at Victoria with utter contempt.
"Let me get straight to the point. We're here for one reason—to settle who gets custody of Edwin after the divorce."
Victoria's fingers curled slightly. Susie had been right.
"Leon," Victoria said and tried to avoid unnecessary trouble. Leon probably hadn't told them, given his strained relationship with his parents.
If she said she'd gotten custody of Edwin, they would surely make a fuss. They might not let her pick him up from school, or worse, forbid them from meeting at all.
"Then explain this." Samuel produced a set of divorce papers.
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