My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 1132 Insane Parents

No matter how anxious he was, he would never be as frantic as to ask for more when she was already exhausted.

That would make him look like a pervert.

Sydney's expression softened as she saw through his thoughts. She nestled in his arms and found a warm place to rest like a baby.

Julien couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, it's still early. Rest for a while longer."

"I can't sleep now. Wait until I feel sleepy again," Sydney said, shaking her head.

Julien tucked her up, and instead of insisting, he patted her back and said, "Then let's chat for a while."

Sydney nodded, humming, "About?"

"Anything." Julien propped his head up. "But if I have to choose, I want to know who you were talking to on the phone earlier. I heard you laughing in the hallway."

There was a hint of jealousy in his tone.

Sydney couldn't help but smile wryly.

This man was really...

But instead of hiding from him, she told him everything.

Learning it was Finn, he raised an eyebrow and asked in confusion, "Why did you suddenly call him?"

"To thank him, of course. Although we were both at the police station yesterday, you didn't go see Greta, so there is something you don't know." Sydney yawned and retold what had happened.

Julien heard her out and realized the situation.

"So, Dr. James helped me vent my anger, and I can't pretend I didn't know." Sydney put her hand on Julien's firm chest.

Julien didn't say anything.

Finn did help, and they couldn't ignore it.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Julien asked, lowering his head.

Sydney's eyes became hazy, not as clear as before.

Evidently, drowsiness was starting to overcome her once more. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Julien was amused.

She had just said that she couldn't sleep.

But it didn't take long for sleepiness to hit her again.

He gently stroked her hair.

Sydney reached out her hand from under the blanket, rubbed her eyes, and said softly, "I forgot until Zach came and wanted to talk to you. Then I called Dr. James to thank him. I wanted to treat him to a meal, but you know what? He doesn't eat normal food."

"I know." Julien raised his chin slightly. "He has allotriophagia."

"You know?" Sydney's eyes widened in surprise.

Julien nodded. "Actually, it's not a secret in the circle. Finn has had this quirk for over a decade, and that's why his parents, who don't like him, to begin with, regard him as a shame."

"What?" Sydney looked up in astonishment. "Why? Dr. James is a genius in the medical field. Having a son like him should be something to be proud of, shouldn't it? Why is he considered a shame?"

She didn't get it.

"His parents are both talented doctors, and they are perfectionists. They don't allow their child to have an emotional defect. Therefore, for them, Finn is the imperfect existence in their perfect life, a blemish. Because giving birth to such a weird person means that they are not as perfect as they think they are. Consequently, they cannot tolerate Finn, even if he displays far superior medical talents than them later. They never acknowledge Finn as their child, and I heard that before Finn was a month old, they had attempted to send him to an orphanage."

"Is that true?" Sydney was shocked.

Julien hummed, "Yes. But at that time, Finn's grandfather was still alive. As soon as he learned about it, he immediately brought Finn back. Otherwise, there would be no Finn today."

Sydney took some time to recover from the shock, and she sighed. "I didn't expect such an episode in his glorious life."

"Everyone has an unknown past," Julien said, stroking her hair.

Sydney sighed. "What shocked me were his parents. How could they do that? Even if Dr. James was born with emotional defects, isn't he still their child? How could they throw away their child just because of that? That's ridiculous and infuriating. What's even more ridiculous is that they call

themselves perfectionists. I have never seen a perfectionist who eats, drinks, and defecates. Moreover, shouldn't a perfectionist know everything? Why are they only good at medicine and not at other things? How can they still call themselves perfectionists like this? That's called radicalism."

In her mind, no one was truly perfect in this world.

The so-called perfect person should not eat or drink and be capable of doing everything.

That was called true perfectionism.

Only gods should be so perfect.

Were they gods?

Weren't they just like humans like everyone else? Yet they pretended to be perfectionists.

Julien found her huffing look cute, and he couldn't help but pinch her cheek. It felt tender and good.

"Radical, indeed," Julien echoed.

As a model husband, he needed to support his wife.

"Yeah." Hearing the man agree with her, Sydney felt more confident in her assessment of the couple. She pursed her lips and added, "Furthermore, they claim that Dr. James is an emotionless monster. But as I see it, they are the ones devoid of emotions. Their relentless pursuit of perfection is morbid and so radical that they discard their flesh and blood. Isn't that a clear sign of their emotional void? If they truly had any emotions, how could they commit such horrifying acts? Clearly, Dr. James's inherent lack of emotions has been inherited from them. In short, he is unlucky to have this kind of parents."

"That's right." Julien nodded in agreement.

Regardless of what she said, he would always stand on her side.

Besides, Finn’s parents were not fit to be parents.

"Now I know that not all parents love their children," Sydney scoffed. "Finn's parents are even worse than Brandon and his wife. Although Denna was separated from them for over twenty years and there was little emotional connection between them, Brandon and his wife immediately shower her with kindness. They are not good people, but they are good parents. Finn's parents, however, suck!"

Sydney clicked her tongue and fell silent, her tone oozing with disapproval toward Mr. And Mrs. James.

Unbeknownst to her, the man beside her paused stroking her hair. Mix feelings were written in his deep eyes.