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.”

like his friends, had never liked her. Nonetheless, Celine

smile. Her silver hair shone under the light as she held Celine’s hand tightly.

was the only source of kindness she’d found in the Alvarez family. She smiled and gave Marya gentle he “of course I missed you,

filling the room. At that moment, Adam’s

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

then sat beside Mary.

was getting busy. “Adam, did you have a fight

upset

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

three years, I was devastated, and my health deteriorated, Celine not only looked after you but also took care of me, preparing all sorts of medicinal soups. Without

her down. Because once a woman has accumulated enough disappointment, she’ll

until it’s

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

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