Chapter 787: Chapter 787: Daughter-Protecting Maniac (Part 1)

Winter Sullivan stretched, drank another glass of freshly squeezed juice, and then decided to head home. But as she walked out of the research institute, she hesitated. In any case, she had no desire to return to the Caldwell residence.

At first, she thought she might have gone too far during her last explosive argument with Julian Caldwell. She figured her anger would subside after a few days. But now, walking out of the research institute, she realized that while her anger was gone, her desire to return to the Caldwell residence had faded even more.

To her, the word "home" had always evoked a feeling of warmth. But the Caldwell residence no longer felt that way. She couldn’t even recall when she and Julian Caldwell had started spending their time at home in silence.

She let out a nearly inaudible sigh. ’A marriage that’s come to this... it must really be at its end.’

Winter Sullivan knew she had always been a proud woman—at times even a bit assertive and willful—but she had never been unreasonable.

But over the years, the harsh realities of life had worn down her pride, making it difficult to feel proud anymore. To the outside world, she was a weapons expert, a true genius. At home, however, she was just a housewife.

She didn’t mind being a housewife; in fact, she was quite a homebody and cherished the warmth of a family. But the role of "housewife of the Caldwell family" felt like a joke. ’Maybe there are still many things I’m not doing well enough!’

After some thought, she decided to go back to the Sullivan family’s home.

When she arrived at the Sullivan family’s home, her mother, Irene Zimmerman, was peeling Gordon Euryale seeds that had been shipped from the south. Her mother felt that fakes were too common, and peeling them herself was the only way to guarantee their quality.

Irene Zimmerman merely glanced up when she saw her daughter arrive. "Julian can be a pushover sometimes," she said, "but deep down, he cares for you. You’re almost fifty years old; don’t waste your energy getting angry over pointless things. If he’s in the wrong, I’ll give him a talking-to for you later."

Julian Caldwell had called before Winter Sullivan arrived. Although Irene wasn’t entirely sure what the two had been fighting about, she knew this time it was likely serious.

After all, while Winter Sullivan was proud, she always made sure to save face for Julian Caldwell in front of her family. It was rare for her to come stay at her parents’ home for the better part of two weeks.

Winter Sullivan squatted down beside her mother. "Mom," she said, "I want a divorce."

Irene Zimmerman’s eyelids twitched, and the wrinkles on her brow deepened. "Are you and Julian fighting over Susan again?"

"Not entirely." Winter Sullivan let out a soft sigh. "It’s just... I feel we’ve become too different. In his heart, I’m now someone he could take or leave. And in my heart, the moment I see him, I feel suffocated."

Irene Zimmerman actually laughed. "You’ve lived this long and you still don’t know that once you get married, romance turns into the affection you have for family?"

Winter Sullivan said nothing. Irene continued, "You say you want a divorce from Julian, but you just want him to back down on how to raise Susan. I’ve seen how Susan acts over the years. That girl is certainly full of schemes, but she’s a grown woman now. How can you still control her? My dear, children have their own fortunes. Just let her be."

Winter Sullivan bit her lip. Irene added, "I know you’re just like your father—you can’t tolerate a single grain of sand in your eye. But in this day and age, the world is full of sand. You just have to pretend you don’t see it."

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