Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1441 Pointing Fingers and Cursing

I pretended to be cheerful as I approached, but the old woman stopped me before I could reach her rocking chair.

"Girl, I'm not a Cross!" Her tone was sharp. "Atlas, where did you find such a rash girl?"

I immediately interjected, "Am I rash? But I've known for a long time that Atlas's grandmother is surnamed Cross, right, honey?"

"Right, my grandmother is indeed surnamed Cross." Atlas spoke to me in a lovely manner.

I then pretended to look puzzled and glanced at the old woman in the rocking chair. "So, who are you, Grandma?"

"How insolent! Where did such an impudent brat come from?" The old woman was getting angry at being played by me.

about to ask you the same question! How can you sit so comfortably in my home? And what's with the thing you're sitting on? It's ruining the attractiveness of this hall. It's really tacky!" I ruthlessly

hard to be fashionable! It's so ugly!" I pointed at the rocking chair. Actually, the rocking chair was innocent. Its style and color were quite nice. Furthermore, with Celine and Adeline's financial resources, how could they buy cheap goods? It was just placed in the wrong location. If this chair were placed in a corner by a French window, in a sunny conservatory, or under a porch, it would be pleasant. Unfortunately, it was placed in the hall, which really didn't match and seemed obtrusive. "Hey!" The old woman abruptly sat up straight and pointed at me after

icy gaze pierced Adeline like a sword. The old woman

restrained herself, somewhat displeased. As a proud person, she couldn't take the insults from someone she

she speaks so recklessly in public, it might make a mockery

responded, "I don't think she's

Celine's face turned a little red, though she still

of today's society are declining!" Adeline clicked her tongue disdainfully and

looked at the old woman innocently.

a scornful look, and appeared somewhat dissatisfied with what

continued, "Every era has its scum,

slightly; he knew what I was