Sweet Divorce

“Ahh!”

Rose fell heavily to the floor, skinning her elbow.

Pain raced up her arm and she sucked in a breath, a sinister rage lighting up in her breast.

But as intense at it was, she didn’t dare speak out.

After all, the man who’d kicked were was the famous Liam Wilson.

She didn’t even dare offend the name.

Much less the man.

“Rose!” Seeing her fall, Mason couldn’t help but glare at Liam. “Don’t you think you’re going too far, Wilson?!”

Seeing Mason be so protective of her, Rose jolted.

She hadn’t thought that such a useless man would dare offend authority to keep her safe. She felt a sway of emotion.

“I’m going too far?!”

Liam narrowed his eyes, cold gaze sweeping Rose on the ground and then falling on Mason.

As if, in the next second, he was going to skin them alive. “Aren’t you the ones who’re going too far?”

It was these people who bullied his Rita first.

A kick was letting them of easy.

“Whichever way things go, we’re Rita’s aunt and uncle.” Mason helped Rose up, clenching his teeth. “What we do with Rita is family business. What makes you think you can butt in, Mr. Wilson? If I’m remembering things correctly, you’re divorced with her already. The most you could call yourself is an ex-husband!”

Mason’s words dropped like a nuke.

The already hostile living room grew deathly silent, and everyone gasped.

As calculating as always, Amelia noticed how Liam’s eyes were narrowing and realized it wasn’t good.

She knew full well what the results were when offending a man like this.

Brown family. Nobody else

across the face. “You’re getting too big for your britches! Whether or not Liam is divorced from Rita or not, he’s the only Brown grandson-in-law that I

work in boosting Liam’s reputation brought a better light to

that, she breathed

refused to let her guard

tiger

come back on after

were, Mason and Rose could only go with it. They mumbled assent

uncle personally, Liam. They say things sometimes.” Amelia looked at the man and smiled it off. “Have you had breakfast yet? If not, you

“Sure.”

Liam, watch over Rita and make sure she finishes the full bowl of porridge. It’s good for her stomach and saves us

looked at the girl in his arms.

Rita shook

badly she was crying in Mommy’s arms all

poking holes in her story once again,

the table and pushed a bowlful of porridge in front of her. “Do you want to eat it yourself, or

his mild words, Rita’s brow

seemed like two choices, but thinking about it realistically,

he was

to feed you, then?” Seeing her stand still, Liam

spoon and said exasperatedly, “I’ll eat it myself. Myself,

“Good girl.”

his tightly wound mouth arcing up

and Zoe exchanged a glance and returned silently to their

her porridge, glancing at the man across her

with all the wounds she’d dealt him, he wouldn’t come back for

And yet-

He seemed completely fine?!

not harsh

She was meandering with her head low when Liam’s demand

and stared at him,

swollen eyes, frowning. “Your

grip

spoke mildly.

evidently didn’t believe her. “From today on, no cold drinks or spicy food, and eat three meals a day