“Lizzie, don''t be naive! At a time like this, you can''t shelter your dad anymore. Do you want to ruin


    your mom’s life?” Tanya stood up and eximed, “Your mom needs to dump your dad now! A guy


    like that deserves to be kicked to the curb!”


    Tanya was beside herself with anger.


    Maybe because she wasn''t directly involved, she couldn''t fully empathize with Lizzie''s plight.


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    But one thing was for sure. If Tanya were in Lizzie''s shoes, she wouldn''t keep it from Gina.


    "Tanya''s right. Once a cheater, always a cheater! Your mom can only find true happiness if she


    divorces your dad," Anthea interrupted. “Don''t sweat about your mom being on her own. Women in


    this world can be happy without men!”


    “Really?” Lizzie sniffled, trying to hold back tears.


    Anthea nodded and continued, "Lizzie, what do you think of my mom?"


    “She’s wonderful!” In Lizzie’s eyes, Carole was a beautiful and gracious woman.


    “You do know she’s a single mom, right?” Anthea pressed on.


    Lizzie blinked, took a moment, then nodded.


    If Anthea hadn’t mentioned it, Lizzie would’ve forgotten because Carole never carried the aura of a


    single mom’s struggles.


    Anthea patted Lizzie on the shoulder. “Listen, your mom is even stronger than mine. Once she


    leaves your dad, I bet she’ll have a better life!”


    “Divorce him. Divorce him now! The sight of that scumbag turns my stomach!” Tanya said, seething.


    Anthea added, “Your mom should hear it from you now than to find out on her own. Let me ask you.


    Would you rather stand by a cheating father or save a loving mother?”


    “I choose my mom!” Lizzie replied without hesitation.


    Anthea nodded approvingly. “Good. ording to Luxphiniaw, marital infidelity leads to leaving


    with nothing. If we can get enough evidence to prove your dad’s infidelity, we can ensure he leaves


    empty-handed. From now on, Lizzie, you must learn to protect your mom and never let her down!”


    Hearing this, Lizzie felt a wave of rity wash over her.


    Anthea was right!


    What''s a dad who cheats worth next to a mom who loves you?


    Malcolm had already disappointed Gina!


    As a daughter, she couldn’t let her mother down again!


    She needed to be strong and face this problem with her mother.


    “I have photos! Of them together!” Lizzie quickly pulled out her phone, showing the pictures she’d


    takenst time at Yeager''s Delicacies.


    “That woman isn’t even pretty! What was your dad thinking?” Tanya said incredulously. “Your mom


    outshines her!”


    She had assumed the mistress would be some seductress. But no. She looked painfully average.


    Aside from a fashionable dress sense, her features were nowhere near as attractive as Lizzie’s


    mom’s.


    If it weren’t for the damning evidence in the photos, no one would believe she was the other


    woman.


    Anthea raised an eyebrow. “Photos alone won’t cut it. We need proof of cohabitation, and did your


    dad spend money on her?”


    Lizzie nodded. “Definitely! My dad’s been racking up over twenty thousand in expenses monthly,


    probably all on her!”


    Anthea''s eyes narrowed. “Then we need to get his bank statements.”


    “How do we do that?” Lizzie frowned. “I don’t have his ount logins.”


    “Do you know his ount number?” Anthea inquired with a slight lift of her eyebrow.


    “Yes,” Lizzie nodded.


    Anthea grabbed hertte. "Not the best ce for this. Let''s head to my ce."


    “To do what at your house?” Lizzie was puzzled.


    Anthea replied, “To pull up your dad’s bank statements.”


    “Annie, you can do that?” Lizzie was surprised.


    “Yeah,” Anthea nodded.


    Tanya slung an arm over Lizzie’s shoulder. “Jeez, you’ve been Annie’s desk mate for so long. Didn’t


    you know she’s a wizard with this stuff?”


    The three of them made their way to the Yeager family.


    Anthea effortlessly obtained Malcolm’s bank statements.


    It turned out Malcolm had been renting an upscale apartment. There was no doubt that it was a love


    nest for his mistress.


    And he’d transferredrge sums to a woman named Cindy every month, thirty grand at the highest


    and regrly a couple of grand.


    Armed with the bank statements, Lizzie shook with rage. “My dad once said her surname was


    Sampson. This Cindy must be the mistress! Five years! He’s been with her for five years!”