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.

what's with the thing you're

trying too hard to be fashionable! It's so ugly!" I pointed at the rocking chair. Actually, the rocking chair was innocent. Its style and color were quite 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,

anything, Atlas's expression immediately turned cold. His icy gaze pierced Adeline like a sword. The old woman held back the words she was about

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

up with a little bit. But if she speaks so recklessly in public, it might make a mockery of the Pierce

responded, "I don't think

me burst out laughing, but Celine's face turned a little

declining!" Adeline

and looked at the old woman innocently. "Madam, you're absolutely