Chapter 28
Old Mrs. Sherwood’s sharp gaze locked onto him. She violently threw a stack of documents onto the table, sending papers scattering.
“You don’t love her? You think I don’t know you did it for the Masons? Your planning is truly perfect! You lived with Lucy for three years—even raising a dog for three years creates a bond. Is your heart made of stone p>
She then hurled the divorce decree at Kingsley.
“Tearing apart your own home for that Joyce… you will regret this one day! That girl doesn’t have a sincere bone in her body. She’s got more tricks up her sleeve than I can count! You are possessed p>
Kingsley leaned forward to pick up the divorce decree from the floor, pretending to dust it off. He spoke flatly: “I still need this to remarry p>
“Remarry? Marry Joyce?” Old Mrs. Sherwood turned pale with rage, her silver hair gleaming coldly under the lights.
“Over my dead body! Don’t you even think about it!” The authority in her voice left no room for compromise.
Mrs. Sherwood, Susan Talmadge Sherwood, had just finished a party. She entered the room and was met with a tension so thick it was stifling.
She quickly walked to Old Mrs. Sherwood’s side and asked softly, “Mom, what happened? Who upset you p>
“Who else? Your wonderful son!” Old Mrs. Sherwood let out a cold laugh, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “He got divorced. Now you’re satisfied, aren’t you p>
Susan’s expression shifted slightly. She waved her hands in denial. “Mom, what are you saying? I never wished for that p>
“You didn’t?” Old Mrs. Sherwood huffed heavily, her eyes sharp as knives. “Do you really think I don’t know what’s in your heart p>
With that, she stood up with Wilma’s assistance and glared fiercely at Kingsley. “You were never good enough for Lucy anyway. Leaving is a release for her! Don’t go marrying randomly and ruining people’s lives in the future p>
With those words, she left the living room without looking back.
The room was instantly left with just Susan and Kingsley.
Susan’s face showed no regret; instead, she couldn’t hide her joy. She took the divorce decree from Kingsley’s hand, flipped through it, and handed it back.
“So you actually went through with
it? I knew t! I warned you about Lucy. A nobody from a nowhere family she could never represent us. You’re finally doing the right thing p>
Kingsley’s face turned thunderous, his knuckles white as he clenched She called you Mom for,
his fist
three years, and she can’t geba
single good word from your mouth p>
“Good word?” Susan scoffed, stuffing the divorce papers back into his hand.
“She only did that to secure her position in the Sherwood family, deliberately sucking up to me. Did you think she was sincere p>
“In the future, no one will suck up to you,” Kingsley said, pocketing the document, his tone cold as ice.
“I don’t care.” Susan wiggled her fingers, admiring the exquisite manicure she got yesterday, her tone careless.
Then, shifting the subject, her gaze locked onto Kingsley. “I heard Joyce woke up? Is she the reason you divorced Lucy p>
Kingsley didn’t answer. He pulled a cigarette from his case, toying with it in his fingers, silently avoiding her gaze.
Susan’s voice added a layer of
disdain: “We don’t care how you
want to help Joyce. But if you want
yher and bring her in, kill that
to marry
thought early She’s an orphan wi no backing now she doesn’t match
the Sherwood family’s status. The outcome of the last one is a precedent p>
“Are you done?” Kingsley finally looked up, his tone hard and devoid of warmth. “My affairs are no one’s business but mine p>
Before the words faded, he stood up and walked straight toward the door on his
long legs, not looking at Susan once, as if she were irrelevant.
Susan watched his resolute back, her chest heaving with anger. She stomped her foot but couldn’t get a single word of rebuttal out.