The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 20

Adam’s expression was cold and impassive “Grandina wants to see you. When we get there, you know what to do, right?”

Celine found his woods tronk. “Pretend to be in love? I can’t take that.”

Adam sneered “Haven’t you always enjoyed pretending to be in love with me in front of Grandma?”

Her heart ached. Mary Horton’s health had been poor for years, and during their visits to Alvarez Residence, Adern had always treated Celine coldly. She had been the only one putting on the act, playing her part in a one–woman show. Now, be used that to mock her.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Alvarez Residence. As Celine walked across the lawn, she ran into Melody Alvarez Melody was Adam’s uncle’s daughter and Carly’s close ally.

Melody’s face immediately twisted with disdain upon seeing her. “Celine, Adam doesn’t like you, and here you are sucking up to Grandma again? You know she’s the only one in this family who likes you.

“Just look at yourself–a country bumpkin who got to marry into this family because Carly wasn’t around. Do you really think you’re worthy of being Mrs. Alvarez? You don’t deserve Adam. past hurry up and get a divorce.”

Adam’s family, like his friends, had never liked her.

the light as she held Celine’s hand tightly. “Celine, why haven’t you

found in the Alvarez family. She smiled and gave

filling the room. At that moment, Adam’s tall, imposing

released Mary and said, “Grandma, you haven’t had your medicinal soup in days, have you? I’ll go prepare it for you. With that, she headed

then sat beside

glanced toward the kitchen, where Celine was getting busy.

to upset his frail grandmother.

your judgment. Three years ago, when you were in a coma, Carly left you and went abroad. It was Celine who married you

health deteriorated, Celine not only looked after you but also

let her down. Because once a woman has accumulated enough disappointment, she’ll leave. And once she walks away, she’ll never

it’s

there, and her sky black hair was tied into a low

the medicinal soup she was preparing soon watted through the air–a bittersweet aroma