Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 300

Mitchell froze for a split second, then gritted his teeth and said, "Grandma, I can't live without her. I've always just fooled around with other women, but with her, I'm serious. I chased after her for years before she finally agreed to be with me..."

"If it's been so hard to get her, why don't you cherish her?"

Mitchell shrugged, trying to justify himself. "People always want something new. Just because I fool around doesn't mean I don't love her. As long as I know how to come back home in the end, what's the problem? Why do women always have so many demands? Isn't it enough to have what you want? Why always want more?"

His true colors were finally showing.

His grandmother seemed unsurprised, as if she'd seen through him long ago. Calmly, she said, "You're not right for Effie. What she needs is a partner who's faithful, someone she can depend on."

Mitchell bristled. "And why am I not good enough? You think Lyman is any better? Who does he think he is? Effie isn't in his league. You really think she deserves someone like Lyman? He's just using her for fun. When he's bored, he'll toss her aside "

"Get out!" the old woman snapped, her voice suddenly sharp. "To you, you're always number one. Even you don't respect Effie, so why would your parents? A man like you doesn't deserve her. I used to keep my mouth shut because she insisted on being with you. But now that she's finally come to her senses, I couldn't be happier for her. Better to cut your losses while you still can."

She fixed him with a steely glare. "If you keep making a scene at my door, I won't be so polite next time!"

think this through. Effie's only going to end up hurt- because

finish, Mitchell felt a blur in his vision and was suddenly hit by a wave of something foul and putrid.

at him squarely. “Trash

Thankfully, she hadn't thrown out the fish guts

over,

"Grandma!"

over, shoving Mitchell aside. Just moments before, she'd heard his voice on the phone and had panicked, fearing for her grandmother's safety. She'd told Lyman to get them

ordered his driver to speed through red lights, and

and said reassuringly, "Don't worry about

Mitchell, covered in garbage and looking

it-she burst

up. That trash... it's filthy." Her

"Alright."