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.”

used to it Adam’s family, like his friends, had never liked her. Nonetheless, Celine

as she held Celine’s hand tightly. “Celine, why haven’t you come to see

found in the Alvarez family. She smiled and gave Marya gentle he

her laughter filling the room. At

have you? I’ll go prepare it for you. With that,

beside

getting busy.

upset his frail grandmother.

why did she run to the kitchen the moment you came in? She never used to do that. Adam, don’t let Carly cloud your judgment. Three years ago, when you were in a coma, Carly left you and went abroad.

Celine not only looked after you but also took care of me, preparing all sorts of medicinal

woman. When a woman loves you wholeheartedly, you must never let her down. Because once a woman has accumulated enough disappointment, she’ll leave. And once she

it’s too late to

kitchen. Celine stood there, and her sky black hair was tied into a

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