Chapter 530

With her newfound wealth, Mia decided to indulge a bit.

She selected a few silk scarves that she thought would suit Laura’s complexion perfectly.

As Mia approached the checkout counter, someone behind her handed over a card and said, “Put it on

mine.”

Mia grabbed the card and turned to see Timothy standing there. “What’s this for?”

“I’m not the type to let women pay.” Timothy replied.

“Oh, is that so? I don’t recall you being so considerate back when I was footing the bill for groceries

and

cooking.

“Now that we’re divorced and I’ve achieved financial stability, you suddenly refuse to let women pay?

Seems a bit late for chivalry,” Mia retorted sharply.

The store clerk nodded in agreement. “Absolutely. As women, we should strive for self–reliance and

financial independence,” she asserted.

“Exactly. Here, use my card,” Mia replied, handing over her bank card.

Once the transaction was done, she grabbed the box of scarves and walked away without looking

back.

Watching her depart, Timothy was overcome by a sense of resignation. He couldn’t comprehend

Caleb’s misguided belief that showering women with money would win their affection.

As he exited the mall, Timothy scanned the surroundings but couldn’t spot Mia anywhere. “Where did

she go?” he inquired.

Rodger stammered, “S–She hailed a cab.”

Timothy adjusted his tie, the stifling frustration in his heart growing ever since he discovered that Mia

was the heiress of the Lane family.

As he entered the car, he said, “Let’s go.”

Meanwhile, Mia hummed a tune in the cab, feeling particularly cheerful.

In the e past, she was merely an orphan, devoid of any power or influence. While residing with the

Barrett family, she consistently felt inferior and struggled to hold her head high.

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Undoubtedly, her newfound affluence brought great satisfaction.

Soon, the cab pulled up outside the Barrett residence.

With her hands casually tucked in her pockets, Mla made her way Into the Barrett residence.

Considering Laura had been discharged from the hospital, It seemed her recovery was progressing

remarkably well.

Entering the living room with a warm smile, Mia greeted, “Grandma, I’ve come to see you.”

However, Laura was nowhere to be seen in the living room. Seated on the sofa instead were Dahlia

Simone and Dixie Walker, a mother–and–daughter pair.

“Well, well, look who’s here. Isn’t it the former maid who was ousted from the Barrett family?”

“I know, right? Even after divorcing Timothy, she shamelessly refers to Mrs. Barrett Senior as

‘Grandma.‘ It’s disgraceful how she’s using marriage to climb the social ladder like this.”

Mia sighed softly as she regarded Dahlia and Dixie: their presence caught her off guard.

They were Laura’s distant relatives, their connection so faint that it seemed they were hardly relatives

at

all

Nonetheless, Dahlia and Dixie shamelessly visited every year, pretending to be wealthy relatives of the

Barrett family. They were always sarcastic and mocking toward Mia.

Mia arched an eyebrow and glanced over. “When it comes to climbing the social ladder, who can match

your audacity? You arrive uninvited, yet you’re nothing more than distant relatives.”

Dahlia abruptly stood up. “Who are you referring to as distant relatives? The patriarch of Mrs. Barrett

Senior and my grandfather originate from the same hometown, carry the same surname, and are linked

by a shared lineage!”

With an air of haughtiness, Dixie, sporting her surgically altered face, remarked, “Isn’t it true? We’re

undoubtedly better off than certain individuals who, even after divorce, have the nerve to show up

uninvited.”

Just then, Kaleb approached with a plate of fruits.

Dixie swiftly intervened, “Kaleb, you’ve arrived just in time. Please, escort this woman out! She’s

already divorced and still has the audacity to come here and bother us. Who knows what kind of

trouble she

might stir up!”

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Ignoring Dahlia and Dixie, Kaleb respectfully informed Mia, “Mrs. Barrett Senior is still asleep from her

nap.”

“That’s fine. I can wait.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Mia settled onto the single sofa across from them, white Kateb swiftly

placed the fruits before her.

However, Dahlia rudely took the fruit platter and demanded. “Kaleb, these are not the fruits I like. Bring

another platter!”