Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Assuming that is the case, she would only embarrass you in public because she’s too afraid and too incapable of doing anything right. Would you still like her and look forward to meeting her?” Julia shot her daughter an affronted look, her face no longer a picture of gentle compassion as she demanded, “Tina, why would you ask such a thing?” Tina held her by the arm coquettishly and explained, “I was only curious because that’s how most soap operas go—you know, how the long-lost child from some affluent family is finally reunited with their parents. But they end up getting shunned by them because their incapability is humiliating. I’m just worried that you and Dad might treat Rina the same way.”

“Oh, is that it?” Julia batted away her doubts and smoothed Tina’s hair affectionately. “Pay no mind to things like that, seeing as they only ever happen in soap operas.” “So you won’t end up treating Rina like an outcast even if something like that happens?” Tina narrowed her eyes slightly as an icy gleam lit up her depthless orbs. Julia nodded firmly. “Of course not. I carried her and gave birth to her, not to mention she was the child your father looked most forward to. You have no idea how your father—” She broke off with a quick sigh, then added, “It doesn’t matter. The bottom line is that you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Your father and I won’t mistreat or sideline your sister that way, and even if she were to be in such unfortunate circumstances, it would only make us love her harder. We wouldn’t shun her or dislike her at all. In fact, we’d try to make it up to her even more!”

“I’m so happy to hear that!” Tina broke into a smile, looking as if she truly was relieved on Rina’s part. However, the bad premonition she had had was amplified, and she was the only one who was acutely aware of the crisis she would face soon. She had painted a rather tragic backstory for Rina in hopes of luring her mother into revealing her true feelings about her lost daughter. That had backfired, though, seeing as it did not curb Julia’s excitement for the reunion but prompted her to want to make it up to Rina instead. Just as I thought, Rina is turning out to be my biggest hurdle next to Sonia. 

Toby stepped out of the car with the chauffeur’s support. Meanwhile, Rose came out of the house to greet Toby as soon as she heard the sound of the car pulling up. She had been so worried about her

of fruits from the kitchen when she saw Rose and Toby. “Oh, you’re home, Toby!” she exclaimed in greeting.

and asked cheerfully, “Have you patched things up with Tina, Toby?” Patch things up? Toby lowered his gaze when he heard his mother but made no reply. He wondered why his mother would even see this as something even possible. When he recalled how his every thought and emotion had been inexplicably swayed and manipulated because of her,

to overlook all that he had done for her before the accident—regardless of whether he was being manipulated at the time—given that he really was in love with Maple. However, if Tina had been pretending to be Maple all along, then there was no way he would let her get away with such a despicable form of deceit! At the thought of this, Toby grabbed his cane and rose from his seat. “Grandma, Mom, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be going back to my room to rest. I’m a little tired.” In truth, he wanted to return to his

then at Toby’s back. Slightly peeved, she grumbled, “He didn’t even answer my question.” Rose rolled her eyes at the younger woman pointedly, then stalked into her own bedroom without another word. She found it pointless and grating on the nerves to continue sharing the same space with this daughter-in-law of hers, seeing as Toby had already left. If it weren’t for the fact that this woman has been good to Toby and Tyler, I would have kicked her out of the Fuller Family long ago. In the bedroom, Toby pulled open his drawer, intending to take out Maple’s past letters to him and

became apoplectic. He stormed downstairs and summoned all the household servants. With a voice like thunder, he demanded, “Who took my letters from my drawer?” The servants exchanged helpless and bewildered looks. They shook their heads

Master Toby, we really did not open your drawer.” When the other servants heard this, they nodded and said hastily, “That’s right, Young Master Toby. We really didn’t.” Toby narrowed his eyes as he surveyed them and tried to see if they were lying, but having assessed their expressions, he realized that all of them spoke