The return of the Divine supreme

chapter five

Upon hearing what Jeremy just said, Patricia let out a soft, disbelieving chuckle. She shook her head as if trying to make sense of what she had just heard.

“Come on!” she said with a small laugh that carried no humor. “You’re joking, right? If you are, Jeremy, that’s an expensive joke, please! Mia only complained of stomach pain when I went to see her at the hospital. The doctor even said it wasn’t so severe. In short, apart from the pain, she spoke normally to me. So who exactly are you trying to threaten here?” she questioned, raising a brow at him, almost challenging him.

Jeremy’s eyes widened in shock, his breath quickening, he never thought Patricia was so foolish, he knew she could be many things but a fool wasn’t one of them. His body stiffened as tears streamed freely down his face. He suddenly yelled, his voice breaking like a whip in the room.

“Shut that trash you call a mouth!” he roared, stepping closer until Patricia could feel the heat of his anger. “You actually proved to her that you cared more about your ex-lover than her—your own child!”

Jeremy’s voice cracked under the weight of his pain as he shook his head in deep disappointment.

“Your daughter is lying lifeless in the hospital, Patricia!” he screamed, his chest heaving. “But here you are, doing what? Having a good time with people who care less about her well-being! You are a disgrace to motherhood. You’re not just a disappointment, you are the very reason she gave up fighting. You made her feel less loved, less important. I swear, if there is any justice in this world, Patricia, may you never know peace again for what you have done!”

His voice echoed through the room like a gunshot, his anger boiling over.

Patricia’s face twisted, but she said nothing. The more Jeremy saw the sad look on her face, the more his rage consumed him.

“You have killed the only light that made me endure this toxic family. You have killed the only thing that made me look at you with an ounce of respect!” Jeremy shouted, his voice shaking. “You say I turned this into drama? You think this is drama? This is death, Patricia. Our daughter is gone. And it’s all on you!”

Before Patricia could reply, Mr. Raymond’s voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“I don’t know,” he said, chuckling darkly, “but to me, this is good news. With that half-baked child gone, my daughter is free once more. A child that is always sick, always weak—is that not half-baked?” He mocked with a small, cold laugh. “She was actually the only reason we tolerated this hell of a marriage between you and my daughter.”

Mrs. Raymond nodded quickly in agreement, her lips curling into a smile.

“There’s sense in what you are saying, my love,” she added.

Jeremy turned to face Mr. Raymond, his eyes blazing with pure fury. The muscles in his jaw tightened as if he was seconds away from pouncing on the old man. The only thing holding him back was the faint trace of respect for his age, but it was fading fast.

Mr. Raymond’s eyes suddenly turned red with rage as he stood to his feet, pointing a finger at Jeremy.

“Right here and now, your marriage to my daughter comes to an end!” he bellowed. “You have no use in our lives anymore—not even before! I will call my lawyer to prepare the divorce papers and send them as soon as possible. And listen, Jeremy!” His voice boomed like thunder. “You have no business with anything that concerns my family anymore. I do not want to see you even a hundred feet near my property, loser!”

Jeremy’s chest heaved with fury, but before he could speak, Mrs. Raymond jumped in sharply.

“You have been useless from day one and even now you are useless. Since your weak daughter is gone, you should do the same and disappear!”

Patricia still said nothing, but her face was a battlefield of emotions. Tears gathered in her eyes, but somewhere deep inside, she felt an odd sense of relief.

I’m free, she thought silently. Free from nursing a burden. Free from putting up with Jeremy, who was always beneath my standard, all because of our child together.

Steven, who had been quiet, suddenly stepped forward. His previous fake remorse had now completely vanished, replaced with a smug, mocking expression. He walked slowly toward Jeremy, the sound of his shoes tapping against the tiled floor filling the silent room.

When he reached Jeremy, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a cold whisper.

“I’m sorry for your loss, bro,” he said with a smirk. “But I think right now, you know exactly where you stand. The truth is, I had no health issue whatsoever. I only asked your Pat—your soon-to-be ex-wife—for the pills to see if she still loved me. And with the way she wasted no time in giving them to me, I think you have your answer to my little confirmation.”

Jeremy’s nostrils flared as his fists clenched tightly at his sides. His whole body shook like a boiling kettle about to explode.

But Steven was not done.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He placed it in Jeremy’s shaking hand, the mockery in his smile widening.

“You will need that money to bury your little girl,” Steven whispered. “Make sure you get her some nice flowers too. It will keep her memory fresh at her grave.”

Something snapped inside Jeremy.

Without a word, he gathered every ounce of anger burning inside him and threw a powerful punch straight into Steven’s face. The impact was so strong that two of Steven’s teeth flew from his mouth and hit the floor.

“Argh!” Steven screamed in pain as he crashed to the ground, holding his jaw. Blood gushed from his mouth, staining his expensive shirt.