Countdown to My Divorce

Chapter 510

This time, it was different.

In the past, Rachel had always entered this house as an adopted daughter. But now, she had returned as Jim’s biological child.

The only difference was that she was a child born out of wedlock.

A maid at the door came out and saw Rachel, immediately beaming with joy as she greeted her.

“Ms. Rachel is back! Ms. Rachel is back!”

The rest of the maids poured out behind her.

Rachel forced a smile. If she didn’t know anyone else, she at least knew these people.

They were opportunistic and unfaithful. They were only rushing over now because she had suddenly bounced back, and her identity was once again of value.

She didn’t bother putting on a pleasant act for them. She walked past them without a glance, her tone indifferent as she asked, “Where’s Grandpa?”

One of them quickly replied, “Mr. Gerald is already waiting for you in the living room.”

Rachel entered the living room and saw an elderly man with white hair seated at the head.

Five years had passed, and it was clear he had aged considerably. His face was covered in wrinkles, his posture hunched–no longer the upright and commanding presence he once was.

eyes had lost their

up to him and set down the items she had brought on the table nearby. Her voice was respectful but

for you. I don’t know much

over them before taking

“There’s no need to bring anything. You’re back, and

years? Do you know how worried your father was? He asked everyone he could to look for you.

sat down and snorted. Her voice was laced

mattered to this family. I didn’t expect to hear someone actually still

and that temper of yours

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slightly to look at

always believed in returning kindness with kindness, and grudges with grudges. You of

know that about me after all the years we

expect her to be some kind of

let bygones be bygones and forget all the ways they hurt her? Did she have to come back acting like

She wasn’t that forgiving.

things happened a long time ago. Besides, you know your

you. But that was then, and this is