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Unfortunately, I elaborated. "Firstly, I don't recognize you as my mother, I don't have a mother like you. Secondly, this time, I came to answer your wish, remember that divorce agreement you gave me a few days ago? I agree, I am willing to divorce Kate." When I mentioned the divorce again, Kate stumbled and almost fell over. Rosie became agitated and said, "Son, that was then. It's different now." "What's different? Just because I'm rich now, right? What if I were still broke? Would you still address me as your son? I remember exactly what you called me all these years—-a loser, a bum, a fool. What did you call my father? A useless old man that was better off dead? Have you forgotten all that?" I exploded and eventually, Rosie's face turned pale, unable to respond with a single word.