Beyond the Divorce

I pretended to be cheerful as I approached, but the old woman stopped me before I could reach her rocking chair.

"Girl, I'm not a Cross!" Her tone was sharp. "Atlas, where did you find such a rash girl?"

I immediately interjected, "Am I rash? But I've known for a long time that Atlas's grandmother is surnamed Cross, right, honey?"

"Right, my grandmother is indeed surnamed Cross." Atlas spoke to me in a lovely manner.

I then pretended to look puzzled and glanced at the old woman in the rocking chair. "So, who are you, Grandma?"

"How insolent! Where did such an impudent brat come from?" The old woman was getting angry at being played by me.

same question! How can you sit so comfortably in my home? And what's with the thing you're sitting on? It's ruining the attractiveness of this hall.

Adeline's financial resources, how could they buy cheap goods? It was just placed in the wrong location. If this chair were placed in a corner by a French window, in a sunny

icy gaze pierced Adeline like

clearly made Celine, who had always restrained herself, somewhat displeased. As a proud person, she couldn't take

your wife. At home, we can put up with a little bit. But if she speaks so recklessly in public, it might make a mockery of the Pierce family." Celine's tone was gentle, but

calmly responded, "I don't

out laughing, but Celine's face turned a little red,

are declining!" Adeline clicked her tongue disdainfully and said, "No manners at

old woman innocently.