Another reason behind Everly's distaste of Millie was Millie's pettiness. There was no doubt that Millie would fight back after she was openly attacked by Everly."What do you mean by 'done the deed'? Care to elaborate? Did I do something shameful? And what's wrong with being a divorcee; are we humans with lesser worth and not deserving of respect? Is it acceptable to look down on us?" Millie slammed her fist on the table as fury colored her eyes.How dare that little brat attack divorcees? What was wrong with being one? No woman would have opted for a divorce if they were happy in their marriage!On the contrary, Millie had nothing but respect for women who were brave enough to leave an unhappy marriage.Why should a woman remain in a marriage that had imprisoned her soul and wasted away her youth for the rest of her life?Millie never felt lesser after the divorce. If anything, she valued herself even more! After she was no longer Winston's wife, she returned to being Arthur a
Frowning, Everly felt extremely displeased. If not even Thomas sided with her, no one in the family would do so.At the end of the day, Millie was a real Caldwell and the family's pride. On the contrary, Everly had to count herself lucky to be accepted into the Caldwell family.She hung her head and ate her dinner in silence.Julia piped up, "Let's eat up. That was just a squabble between two kids. Don't take it to heart.""Right. Evie might be adopted, but we see her as our own over these years." Smiling, Terrence placed some food on Everly's plate. "Evie, Mills is wrong for talking back to you. I'll tell her off when I get home."Everly pouted, but she felt much better. She purred, "Uncle Terrence, you're the best."Terrence chuckled. Everly wasn't a bad person at the core—she was just impudent at times. "Anyway, let's toast Evie's return!" Terrence said to everyone at the table, and they nodded.Arthur and Layla beamed warmly at their large family. However, Millie didn't ra
"Fuck—" someone suddenly bellowed.Before the door slammed shut, Millie heard a voice shouting, "Win! Stop it!"Frowning, she tried to look out the door, but it had been closed.Everly gasped, "Was that Jake Webson yelling?"Millie glanced at Everly. Indeed, that man sounded like Jake. Only Jake would call Winston by his nickname."Is there a scene out there? I'll check it out." Everly quickly got up to spectate.Thomas sighed. "You child! You're never not nosy!"Logically speaking, it was only normal for a 22-year-old youngster like Everly to be nosy. It didn't take her long to retreat into the room again after she stepped out. "Whoa!" she gasped."Kennedy Sullivan, I fucking gave you a chance!""Touch me again, Winston Greer, and you'll see!""I can fucking kill you, motherfucker!"The voices, increasingly vicious, hit their eardrums.Millie's grip on her fork tightened. She tried to calm down and block the voices from her ears. At that moment, even Thomas went to che
The waiter dared not interrupt the fight between the two scions. He wouldn't dare claim to know about the history between the two.Winston finally released Kennedy's collar and stumbled a few steps backward. Kennedy's right cheek was swollen after he was badly punched by Winston.On the other hand, Winston merely suffered from a minor scratch on his arm from the broken vase.Kennedy was a weak man, yet he was a troublemaker. For example, he insisted on defying Winston's orders regarding the goods imported at the harbor, only for Winston to reject the goods.Despite being well aware of Winston's capabilities, he refused to acknowledge the reality."Please stop it, gentlemen. You are disturbing the other patrons," the restaurant manager came forward to stop the fight. He continued, "It's unbecoming of the two of you to start a fight here, considering your social status. Let's get you back to the dining room where you could have a civil talk. How does that sound?"The manager didn
"What suggestion was it again?" Millie slowly approached Kennedy with a faint smile on her lips.Kennedy's looks were decent and rather unique. But at that moment, he came across as extremely mean and hideous.He had wanted to repeat his words when Millie drew closer to him, but something felt off. She seemed to approach him with a motive.Frowning, he tried to back off, but she grabbed his collar with a smile. "Let's have a talk at the lounge."While speaking, she made her way to the common room on the side. Two waitresses in the lounge attempted to greet Millie and Kennedy, but she waved them away.Kennedy frowned in confusion as he studied Millie. Why would she kick the staff out of the lounge just to chat with him? Not only that, she grabbed him by the collar—a stark contrast from the woman he'd pictured her to be.The waitresses took her instructions and left. Following that, Kennedy beamed at her. "Ms. Caldwell, what was all that? It's rather inappropriate for people with
Kink or not, Millie shouldn't have handled him so roughly! She clearly wanted to hurt him badly."Was that too much for you?" she asked with a sorry look, but deep within, she snickered at his confidence in assuming that she'd sleep with him."It hurts," Kennedy mumbled.Millie smiled at the reply, happy to know that it hurt. She curled her fist again when she spoke to him, a sight that made him narrow his eyes in alarm.No way! Wait a minute!He grabbed her wrist in confusion. "Millie, is this a kink of yours?"What was with beating him into a pulp before sleeping with him?She blinked innocently at him. "I don't have any kink, though."She merely grabbed at a passerby and made him her punching bag. Before Kennedy could ask, he was punched in the face again, which confused him even more.This time, she allowed him no response time. Grabbing him by the neck, she pummeled him mercilessly.It was at that moment he realized that this wasn't some kink of hers. She was with him ju
That instantly elicited a frown from Millie. She increased her grip on Kennedy's neck. Was there something wrong with his head after he got punched?"You always claim you're no longer in love with Winston, but Millie, it's in your bones to take his side…" Kennedy rasped as he swallowed the mixture of blood and saliva.She watched him with a smile. "Keep going."She was interested in what he had to say. Did he suggest that she punched him to avenge Winston?Well, Kennedy couldn't be more wrong. Millie had punched him simply because she thought he was a nuisance. Winston Greer was not a man she cared to avenge. She might have loved him in the past, but as a lady, she was keenly aware of her standing. She was to be protected by men instead of the other way around.A woman who had to defend her man wouldn't be cherished. She had never done anything of that sort for Winston since high school, and she'd never do that now."Millie Caldwell, would you deny it if I said that you're st
Millie might wear a sweet smile, but her punches were vicious for a woman.Kennedy had always perceived her as a deferring and gentle character, but that impression changed after she punched him.How did this happen?"I'm leaving. See ya. Oh, by the way, there's no guarantee that I won't punch you the next time even if you keep a low profile. It depends on my mood." Smiling, she waved at him sweetly.When she left the common room, she ran into Everly, who had been searching for her.Everly grumbled, "Where were you? We're waiting to leave with you!""I lost my way when I was looking for the restroom," Millie replied with a smile as she closed the common room door behind her.She made no mention of the stuff she did to Kennedy.Everly peeked into the common room but did not spot Kennedy.Meanwhile, Kennedy's expression crumpled when he overheard Millie's excuse.What an excuse! He nearly stormed out in rage when he heard it.Anyway, he hurried over to a mirror. When he saw hi
"Is this… a painting by Quentin Scott?" Layla asked, a bit incredulous.The Caldwell family held quite a respectable reputation in Yerwick City. Coupled with Layla's status, she was certainly not lacking in esteem.She wanted to buy this painting and had been trying to purchase it for over a year, but she still wasn't able to get it.The moment Winston nodded, she once again sensed the disparity between the Caldwell family and the Greer family.Although they didn't disagree that Winston wronged Millie, the truth was that they did have a good sense in their choices."Grandma, this is a painting by Quentin Scott. I bought it directly from Quentin Scott's assistant myself. It's absolutely genuine." Winston nodded, his demeanor gentle and well-mannered.Layla had thought Winston might give her something she liked, but she never expected that he would actually give her the painting "Where Mountains Meet the Sea" by Quentin Scott!Layla couldn't help but stand up and approach Winston.
Winston had already decided to humble himself completely to make sure his wife remained happy."Go on in," Thomas finally said.Millie and Winston went inside, where Everly was crouching next to Arthur, working on the lights with him.Winston put down the gifts he brought and asked, "Can I help with anything?""Ah, Winston, you're here. Come on in and warm up a bit." Arthur smiled and didn't say anything more.Millie nodded, indicating that Winston should go in first.Thomas and Everly stayed outside working on the lights while Millie, Winston, and Arthur went inside the house.In the living room, Layla was eating chips and watching TV. When she saw that Winston had arrived, she remained expressionless.Millie glanced cautiously at her grandmother with a gentle expression."Grandpa, I brought some good coffee beans." Winston placed a gift box on the coffee table.Arthur chuckled and said, "You didn't need to bring any gifts. You already brought plenty last time."The last gi
Soon, it was New Year's Eve. Yerwick City didn't have a ban on fireworks, so the neighborhood had been lively since early in the day.Arthur wanted to hang some lights to bring more festive spirit into the house. However, when he looked at the high places where he needed to hang them, he felt like he just couldn't manage it.Just as Thomas and Everly arrived outside the door, he called out to them, "Hurry and hang up these lights.""Oh dear, be careful not to fall at this age." Thomas quickly took the string of lights from Arthur's hands.Arthur replied, "I was just waiting for you all!"Everly joked, "Grandpa, are you upset that we arrived late?""Hmph! You weren't early enough. Millie hasn't even shown up yet!"But as soon as he finished speaking, Millie walked in holding some things. "Grandpa, I heard you talking about me from far away, and I've sneezed several times because of it," she said with a slight smile, her voice bright and cheerful.The group turned their attention
At that moment, a cold snort came from the staircase.Arthur looked up. Wasn't that Layla standing there?Layla walked downstairs, her tone sounding incredulous as she said, "Is this guy really willing to go to such lengths to get what he wants? He even had the nerve to say something like that?""When pursuing someone you like, there's nothing you wouldn't do, no matter how embarrassing. Back when I was trying to win you over, didn't I wait for you outside your house every day?" The thought brought Arthur a sense of sorrow.The Cadmores were a medical family, and Arthur was a businessman. Even though he also made a fortune in the medical field, the Cadmore family wasn't willing for the two of them to be together. They just wanted Layla to marry someone who was also studying medicine.Believe it or not, back then, there really was another medical student as her suitor. The Cadmore family liked them, and outsiders also thought they were a good match.In the end, the persistent suit
The car was parked in front of the Caldwell residence. Eli took out the items and silently handed them to Winston. He wanted to see if Winston could help escort the two elderly people to the door."No need to accompany me any further. Let's leave it here," Layla insisted, maintaining her refusal.She always maintained a sense of propriety, even in how she addressed Winston.Winston found Layla harder to impress than Millie."Grandma, let me help you take it inside. It's not far. I'll just go in and come right out. I won't stay long," Winston said with a smile.Layla was about to speak. Arthur nudged her arm, suggesting she let it go, as she had been bothered enough already.Layla remained silent for a moment before nodding.Winston was given permission, and he immediately followed the two elderly people into the Caldwell residence with the items.Eli sighed and couldn't help but take a video of Winston, feeling really humbled.It was really hard to believe this was Winston.W
"The shop shutting down for rectifications is necessary. If she keeps up this attitude, there's no point in having the store here. You all should remove her from this place," Layla said, intending to rid Clara of a job.When Clara heard it, her face turned pale. However, she didn't dare to speak at the moment, fearing that the more she said, the more mistakes she might make.These people all seemed to be important figures!"Alright!" Bernard clapped his hands and agreed, "Professor Cadmore, we agree. If she doesn't give the proper compensation, we will definitely fire her!"Arthur supported Layla and gently patted her back, gesturing for her to calm down and not be upset anymore.Layla had finally started to calm down a bit. She had actually become much more mellow with her temper. In the past, whether in the lab or outside, she was always decisive and assertive.This was also why Arthur had been obedient all these years. He would always go along with her."Hurry up, apologize t
Bernard gave Clara a strong push. She fell to the ground, crying out in anger, "What's the meaning of this!"Bernard approached Winston with his hands tightly clasped and bowed respectfully as he exclaimed, "Mr. Greer!"Winston raised his hand, signaling for him to get up.Clara sat on the ground, feeling completely dumbfounded. Why was Bernard treating him with such respect? Who was this person? What was his background?Winston, with a cold expression, adjusted his sleeve and looked indifferently at Clara on the ground.Bernard said, "Mr. Greer, you should have told us you were coming! I would have had someone prepared to welcome you long ago. I'm really sorry for any inconvenience you experienced. Please accept my apologies!""What's wrong with her? Is she unwell?" Winston asked, pointing to Clara on the ground.Bernard quickly said, "She…""No matter what's up with her, disrespecting customers is a big mistake. I am demanding that her shop undergo rectifications before reope
Winston raised an eyebrow and stepped forward.Clara felt a sudden shudder in her heart and instinctively took a step back.Winston scoffed. What was she backing away for? Was she scared?She was simply someone who bullied the weak but was afraid of the strong. What capabilities did she even have by picking on elderly people?Winston's gaze was steady, and his expression became increasingly cold and harsh.The woman frowned and stayed silent.Winston, speaking calmly and without any agitation, said, "If you don't want to escalate the situation, apologize now. If you're unwilling, then we'll have to get the police to handle it."To begin with, he was never a patient person. The reason he was speaking so nicely was to make a good impression in front of Layla and Arthur.In the past, whenever he encountered such a situation, he wouldn't even pay it any attention and would simply have Eli take them to the police station.Whenever someone made a mistake, it was important to address
Layla said, "Even though it's soon New Year's and everyone is busy, try to be a bit more gentle! We're all elderly people here, so what's wrong with being patient?"Since you're in the service industry, you should maintain a proper attitude. If you can't even speak politely, then you shouldn't be in this line of work. I suggest you close up shop for good!"Winston squinted. That voice sounded very familiar. It seemed like Layla's voice.He quickly walked over and saw that Arthur was helping an elderly gentleman up while Layla was engaged in a debate with a young female shopkeeper."How I run my store is my business. If you want to buy something, go ahead. If not, just leave. I don't need you to tell me how to run my life!" The store owner glared at Layla while speaking with a very unfriendly tone, their voice sharp and cutting.Layla was exasperated and asked, "Don't you understand the saying that the customer is king?""What about the damn king? Just go away," the lady grumbled,