Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 111 Mismatched Love

Chapter 111 Mismatched Love

Troy looked up and exchanged a distant glance with Imogen. “I don’t have any special plans.” Emily expressed surprise. “Didn’t Sarah just come back?”

“Yes.”

“So, you’re not divorcing her?”

“Emily, I have my plans.”

“I’m just worried you’ll be wronged. You’re the best child in the Marshall family. Your wife should at least be from a prestigious family. Imogen is not at your level. How can you be proud of such a wife? Henry also leaves people speechless. He doesn’t consider anyone’s background and just brings them into the family, even trying to match you two. It’s all so mismatched!”

“Emily, I don’t feel wronged. Please don’t bring this up again.”

Emily looked at him disapprovingly. “Didn’t you say you would divorce her?”

“Emily!”

Troy cast a wary glance at Imogen.

Imogen probably didn’t hear.

“Ok, you’ve grown up and have your thoughts now.” Emily turned and left the living room.

Troy returned to Imogen’s side and sat down. “Emily has always been like this, willful for decades. Don’t mind.”

Imogen smiled. “I know. We only meet once or twice a year. I won’t mind.”

In the evening, Troy went to pick up Grace from school in place of Emily.

Imogen didn’t want to be alone with Emily at home, so she also went with Troy. On the way, Imogen asked, “How old is Grace? Which grade is she in?”

Troy replied, “She’s four this year, still in kindergarten.”

Imogen raised her eyebrow. “Four years old?”

Imogen hadn’t expected Emily to adopt such a young girl.

“Yes, so Grace calls Emily grandma and me uncle.”

The car stopped at the kindergarten’s parking lot. Dressed in a suit, Troy looked tall and handsome with his broad shoulders and slim waist.

Troy rested one hand on the car roof, and as he moved, the well–fitted suit outlined his shoulders, revealing his toned muscles.

The charm of a man was always subtly displayed.

lived was a

and parents at this kindergarten were of

parents proactively greeted

as the school let

cannonball suddenly rushed over, hugging his legs and looking up,

and effortlessly picked up Grace. “Yes, I came to see you. Did you miss

neck, gave Troy a peck on the cheek, and

smiled and opened the car’s back door, but Grace said, “I want to sit in the front with Troy.”

“Then you have

placing Grace in the back

the front passenger seat,

surprise. “Who are you? Why are you sitting

puffed–up expression amused Imogen.

Grace looked incredulous.

me? Ask

just settled into the driver’s seat and pouted. “Troy,

seatbelt and nodded as he looked in the rearview mirror. “Yes,

wife. You

looked heartbroken and sighed like a little adult, “Uncle, I don’t like

unbuckled her seatbelt, and moved to

at her.

Imogen replied, “Yes, I’m

Troy’s phone rang. He put on his Bluetooth headset to

suddenly became stern and

furrowed brows in the

on the other end of the call,

I’ll handle it when

removed his headset and tossed it into the storage

“What happened?” Imogen asked.

by an employee at the Paris branch. I need to go handle

at Imogen through

long will you be

do you plan to do?

over. I’ll head

pick you up when

“Okay.”

“Where’s New York City?”

little eavesdropper beside them chimed

“Grace, I thought you weren’t talking to

Grace lifted her chin. “I didn’t ask you.

is in America. It’s where your

girl