Relentless Pursuit After Divorce by The nightingale lives

Chapter 1378: 1378. An overnight nouveau riche

Grace Gresia was very receptive to Jasmine Churchill’s advice, and upon hearing her words, she changed her mind.

After suffering such a blow to his pride, Charles Churchill was seething with anger and was tempted to slap Grace Gresia, but remembering that he was at the Jones’ home, he forcefully held back the urge.

Grace Gresia wasn’t particularly beautiful, and she had been unfaithful several times; anyone else would have divorced her by now, but maybe he really was the reincarnation of a cuckold spirit for he simply couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He would hit her, he would scold her, but he would never divorce her. Over time, Grace Gresia came to realize this and grew unafraid.

"You better behave yourself. If you ruin Jasmine’s prospects, I’ll divorce you when we get back," he threatened.

Although Grace Gresia wasn’t afraid of a divorce from Charles Churchill, she truly was concerned about damaging her daughter’s opportunities, and so she kept in line.

Soon enough, the feast began.

Mr. and Mrs. Jones descended the stairs with their youngest son, Jack Campbell nestled in their arms.

Jack Campbell wasn’t shy at all; snuggled in his mommy’s embrace, he curiously gazed at the throng of visitors filling their home.

were all wealthy tycoons, and even for a one-year-old child’s birthday, the gifts they

to a one-year-old

was laden with gold and jade on his hands and neck, looking like a

stood obediently at his parents’ side, guided by

and his facial features had developed significantly, making

however, took after

earthly realm with their divine children, a sight so

Adam and Elly

with hundreds of tables of guests, half a glass of red wine at each table was

of premium quality and rich flavor; you wouldn’t feel it while drinking, but once the aftereffects kicked in,

arm with Adam

Jones noticed and quickly bent down to ask her, "Feeling

just the red wine

you upstairs

to stop him, saying, "There are just a few tables left. We’ve attended to hundreds already;

coy and charming beside her husband, but there