We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Chapter 7 You Will Pay For Your Arrogance!

Elisa looked up immediately but did not know what to say.

Then, Gareth came to her sullenly and helped her open the door.

Julia saw Elisa standing stunned at her spot and gave her a little push. "Silly child, why are you in a daze? Go on and get into the car!"

Elisa sighed softly and smiled. "Grandma, it's getting late. You should go back into the house. We will be heading home now."

Once Julia returned to the house, Elisa could walk away and hail a taxi.

It seems I have to buy a car as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Gareth remained petulant and did not speak.

One could not help but wonder if Julia could read Elisa's intention. She chuckled and said, "I will go in once you leave. Quick, get into the car."

Elisa was still a little hesitant, but Gareth had lost all patience and said gruffly, "Get in the car!"

Thus, Elisa had no choice but to get into the car. Gareth closed the door and turned to Julia, "You should return to the house."

Julia frowned and said impatiently, "Enough with the nonsense. Get into the car!"

Gareth was rendered speechless.

does Grandma

Aren't I her grandson?

He got into

car that they could

wish to talk to him. Once the car made a turn and went out of Julia's view, Elisa said, "Stop the

to scoff and said, "Where are you rushing off to? Are you running

tell me you are

Screech!

The car stopped abruptly.

when she saw Gareth red with fury and said before he had a chance to argue, "If you wish to divorce, do it faster. Otherwise, don't blame me for changing my mind. I will keep pestering you and make sure

saying that, Elisa reached for the

Click!

suddenly locked the

Gareth. "What is the

coldly. "Elisa, what makes you think Grandma will always be on your

I tattled on you." Elisa continued to smirk and said, "It doesn't matter whether I tattled you. Isn't divorce more important to you? Mr. Wickam,

"Are you planning to send someone to inform Grandma

turned impatient. "If you keep being afraid, we will never be able to divorce. So, Mr. Wickam,