Chapter 267
Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper
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Chapter 267 A Father and His Biological Daughter
Imogen and Grace walked into the living room and bumped into Emily headâon.
Emilyâs expression was stern, and when her gaze swept past Imogen, she made no secret of her dissatisfaction.
Imogen greeted calmly, âEmily. Grandma.â
âGrandma!â Grace trotted up to Emily, smiling like a flower. âYouâre here!â
Emily bent down and kissed Graceâs cheek. âGrace, are you happy that Iâm here to pick you up?â Grace was stunned. With an âahâ, she played with both her forefingers and asked, âAre we going back now?â
She didnât want to go back yet, so what should she do?
Not finding any sign of joy on Graceâs face, Emilyâs expression suddenly turned gloomy. âWhy? You donât want to go back with me?!â
Graceâs face instantly paled, and she said in a low voice, âNo⦠Itâs not⦠I want to stay here for a few more daysâ¦â
Since Emily had returned on Christmas Eve, she naturally wanted to stay in the country for a few days to celebrate Christmas.
However, seeing Graceâs reaction, Emily was so furious that she gave Imogen a sharp look, took Graceâs little hand, and immediately walked outside. âLetâs go! Go back with me now!â
Grace trembled all over. She used all her strength to walk back, but she couldnât shake her hand away from Emilyâs.
âEmily!â
Imogen stepped in front of Emily. âWhat are you doing? Itâs not like Grace wonât go backâ¦â
âHow can you still have the nerve to say that? Youâre still seducing Troy even though youâre divorced. Do you think I donât know that he wants to keep Grace here because you canât give birth? If youâre truly grateful for the Marshall familyâs kindness, stay away from Troy!â
Hearing Emily distorting the facts, Imogenâs blood was boiling, and she had to take a deep breath before she could suppress her anger. Just as she was about to say something, Layla stepped forward and pulled Emily over. âEmily! What nonsense are you talking about?!â
Emily shook off Laylaâs hand, pointed at Imogen, and chastised, âDid I say something wrong? How did Troy suffer from gastric bleeding some time ago? Wasnât it because of her? Even though theyâre divorced, she still canât let go of Troy. Troy is kind, and thatâs why he canât see through her tricks!â âWeâre celebrating Christmas. Canât you treat each other peacefully?â Layla scolded.
âAhh!â
Grace was so frightened that she burst into tears.
Imogen quickly went to hug her.
But a pair of hands suddenly stretched out behind her, carrying Grace into his arms before she could.
Imogen turned around and saw Troy.
He carried Grace in his arms with one hand, gently wiped the tears on her face with the other hand, and coaxed softly, âGrace, donât cry anymore. With Iâm here, you can choose not to go if you
donât want to. No one can force you.â
Grace buried her small face on Troyâs shoulder, sobbing softly.
Troy patted her back gently with his big hand, looked up at Emily, and said indifferently, âEmily, since you are back, you should celebrate Christmas at home properly. Otherwise, youâd better go back. I think Lyon is more suitable for you.â
Emily looked at Troy in disbelief. âTroy, are you shooing me out? I am your aunt. For the sake of this woman, youâ¦â
âThe woman you are talking about is my beloved! I respect you as an elder, but youâre not even willing to maintain a good attitude in these few days, so I canât tolerate you!â Troyâs face was solemn, and his expression was extremely serious.
Imogen glanced at him expressionlessly.
He let
go of the murderer who had killed his grandfather, saying that he had some difficulties, but he refused to say what they were.
His beloved should be Sarah. He even acquiesced to it.
âFine!â Emily sneered angrily. âYou are on her side now that you donât even acknowledge me as your aunt anymore!â
She snorted and strode upstairs. When she passed by Imogen, she shot Imogen a disapproving look and said, âFor Troyâs sake, I wonât argue with you. But from now on, donât ever think about getting close to Grace again!â
With that said, she went upstairs.
When her figure had disappeared at the top of the stairs, Layla comforted Imogen and said, âImogen, donât listen to her nonsense. She has that kind of temper because Iâve spoiled her too much, and she will make a fuss if she doesnât get what she wants. She has been like this for so many years.â
âI know, grandma.â
Because Henry and Layla were kind to Imogen, she was willing to endure Emilyâs mild insults. They only saw each other once or twice a year anyway.
âThen, canât I play with Imogen anymore?â Grace said dejectedly. She put her little arms around Troyâs neck and kept staring at Imogen with big red eyes.
âOf course not,â Troy said immediately, âIf you want to play with Imogen, you can do so. No one can control you.â
âWhat should I do if grandma gets angry?â
âYour grandma is just angry for a moment. Besides, Iâm here.â
âOkayâ¦â Grace rested his head on Troyâs shoulder, looking very dependent.
Coupled with the similarity in their appearances, they particularly looked like a father and his biological daughter.
Layla looked at the scene in front of her. When she thought of Emilyâs attitude, her expression changed, and an impossible thought came to her mind.
Could it be that Grace was truly Troyâs biological daughter?
Emily had lived alone for many years, so why did she suddenly want to adopt a child?
And this child just happened to look so similar to Troy.
Moreover, Grace was a healthy child, but why did her parents abandon her?
How did the single Emily come to adopt such a perfect child?
But Layla also knew that Troy wasnât someone who would fool around outside. If he was the childâs father, who was the childâs mother?
Or was she overthinking it?
The thoughts in Laylaâs mind were like a bunch of messily tangled wires, but her face didnât betray her emotions.
At noon, everyone ate lunch rather peacefully. Imogen sat with Layla for a while before leaving on the pretext of having something to do.
She drove to the coffee shop she and Erik had agreed on, and Erik was already waiting in a corner. His eyes looked toward the door from time to time, with his heart very nervous, and his hands sticky, as if he was afraid that Imogen would directly sentence him to death.
âImogen, you are here.â
Imogen sat down across from him.
Seeing Imogen ordering coffee from the waiter leisurely, Erik couldnât help clenching his fists. As soon as the waiter left, he couldnât wait to show his worth. âImogen, Iâve asked my dad about Victor.â
Truthfully, his mind was in a mess that day, and his heart was filled with despair.
Imogen was young, beautiful, and rich. Being divorced was not an issue in this era, and she had greatly helped him.
As for him, he had nothing and always made Imogen worry about him instead.
When something like that happened, Erik couldnât think of a reason for Imogen not to break up. After returning home, the first thing he did was to ask his father about what Imogen had told him. to ask. In order to get a result, he lied a lot, hoping he could get a result that would be beneficial to Imogen, so that he could at least prove that he was useful.
Imogen was surprised, assuming he wouldnât be in the mood to ask these days.
âTell me.â
âMy dad said that Victorâs money was indeed borrowed from Jeff. Jeff was my dadâs childhood friend. When my dad was a child, his family had committed a crime, so my dadâs grandparents were imprisoned while he was sent to a relativeâs house alone. However, he was then sold to my current grandparentsâ family. Later, my dad accidentally met him when he came to the city to work. Truthfully, I didnât even know that my dad had been trafficked before. He is old and doesnât care about it anymoreâ¦â
Imogen lowered her eyes. Something dark flashed in her eyes, and she nodded slightly. âI see.â