Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 630 Innocent

"I don't know either, Honey," Robyn said as she drew closer to Harold, hoping to share his warmth.

Harold eyed her coldly. ’You were acting strange when Ainsley brought up her father's death. Did you have anything to do with it?"

Robyn shook her head frantically. ’No! What could I have done? He was your brother, and as money-crazed as I am, I'd never stoop so low and kill another man for it!"

Harold assessed her for a long moment, and finally said with a smile, "You're right. You haven’t done anything at all.”

It was only then that Robyn felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around her husband as worry etched upon her face.

It was almost three o 'clock in the afternoon when Robyn went upstairs and woke Matteo up. "Hurry up and get to the living room. We have guests!"

In the next room, Ainsley poked her head out the door, only for Robyn to say icily, "Stay in your room, Aisy. It's not as if you know the guests anyway."

Matteo frowned. "Ainsley is going too. We're all from the Easton family. It's only right that we greet the guests together.’

Just as Ainsley was about to refuse, Matteo walked straight over and grabbed her arm, then led her downstairs.

Meanwhile, Harold had been carrying out small talk with one of the guests. Matteo knew who that man was. It was Jett Glover. There was a woman next to him, and she was none other than Waston, who Matteo had not seen for some time.

In the days they had not seen each other, Waston seemed to have grown more gloomy.

Jett glanced at Matteo worriedly and said, "This is how Ms. Glover has been since her return, Mr. Easton. She hardly talks these days, and she's cooped up in her room all the time. Mr. Glover is worried sick."

Waston tugged on Jett's sleeve and urged, "That's not true, Uncle Jett. I'm perfectly fine in my room."

Then, she flashed Ainsley and Matteo a smile. ’Hello, Matteo and Ms. Easton.’

hint of reluctance in her smile. "Just call me

her out a few times, and Ainsley would

Ainsley’s presence. ’I heard you were a renowned psychologist, Ms. Easton. It

said, "In that case, the rest of

Ainsley's hand. "Seeing as we're going on a first-name basis, you might as well call me

behind her, she did not go straight into psycho-babble and

share what's on your mind with

of her shirt. She hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, "If I tell you,

promise," Ainsley

of relief. She began, ’After I was kidnapped the other day, Kaliyah asked me a few questions. She asked me if Matteo would accept me if I was disfigured or violated. She also asked, if you and I both

her no for the first two questions, but I don't know how to answer the last

yourself

shook her head afterward. "Yes and no. I know it's such a

existential crises, but once you free yourself of this vicious circle, you'll find that every

emphatically, "But, if you find yourself still fixated on the question, why don't you flip it and

then looked at Ainsley as she said, "I'd probably tell you

smiled. ’See? The problem is solved. There's really no need for you to force a certain answer out of it,

a breath of relief. "I've actually found my answer to that question when I saw you just now. I've been cooped up at home turning the question over in my head and wondering why those three questions bug me so much. In actuality, I'd already stood up to Kaliyah by answering her first two questions, but I got all nervous and expectant when it was Matteo's turn to answer her questions. That only goes

you get butterflies around him.

a faint smile, Waston took a sip of water and said, "I guess that's it for my therapy session, huh? I didn't plan on coming here today, you know. Mrs. Easton was the one

She can't wait for you to

made me. Grandpa wants Matteo and 11 get together as well, but I just don't understand what all the rush

on it, Waston. Have a little more faith in Matteo. He's not

would never turn Waston down just because of superficial reasons. With a

let's go downstairs,’ Ainsley suggested as she stood up. "Maybe you'll

when