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

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

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

restrained herself, somewhat displeased. As a proud person, she couldn't take the insults from someone she hadn't even given 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 her gaze towards me

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

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

today's society are declining!" Adeline clicked her tongue disdainfully and said, "No manners at

the old woman innocently. "Madam, you're