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.

in my home? And what's with the thing you're

nice. Furthermore, with Celine and 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 conservatory, or under a porch, it would be pleasant. Unfortunately, it was placed in the hall, which really didn't match and seemed obtrusive. "Hey!" The old woman abruptly sat up straight and pointed at me after slamming the rocking

gaze pierced Adeline like a sword.

always restrained herself, somewhat displeased. As a proud person, she couldn't take the insults

little bit. But if she speaks so recklessly in public, it

calmly responded, "I don't think she's

almost made me burst out laughing, but Celine's face turned a little red, though she still

tsk... the morals of today's society are declining!" Adeline clicked her tongue disdainfully and

old woman