Paws to Riches — The Fifty Million Demand

You can't give birth, so you need to make room for the one who can. Mom, I smell it. That evil woman is a total fraud. Divorce? Fine. Emma! Are you crazy?

Want to get a divorce? Sure, but the divorce agreement must be re-bricked. I gave up my job for you, and after marrying you, I cared for all of you like a servant. How could you possibly want to just kick me out for 10 million years? That's impossible.

How much do you want? 50 million. You're dreaming! What gives you the right to demand anything?

50 million? Butler, call the bank immediately. Freeze every credit card in Emma's name. Not a single cent for her.

Let's see how long she lasts without money. Don't worry, Mom. I'm Lady Fate's divine dog. I can smell wealth. Mom, I swear I'll make you the richest woman in the world, and those bastards will beg you to take their