My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Around 1 p.m., Velma came back with a long face.

Jay was playing video games when he saw this, and he casually asked, "Who made you angry, Mom?" Velma threw her bag on the sofa and sat down with a huff. "It's all that damned Sydney Raines' fault!" "Who?" Jay quickly put down the console and leaned over. "Mom, you went to see her?"

"Why would I go see her? I saw her at the luxury mall, and she and her two lovers teamed up to bully me. I don't know what they did, but when I went shopping with my friends today, the security refused to let me in. They said something about me being on the blacklist!"

Velma was so angry that she almost crushed her teeth. She continued indignantly, "I went with around five others, and everyone else got in except me! I'm so furious! You didn't see the way the other ladies looked at me. It was as if I was some kind of inferior person. I really hate that little b*tch Sydney!"

Perhaps her voice was too loud because Julien and Lyra came down together.

"What happened?"

Julien was fastening the buttons on his cuffs. He wore a blue-gray shirt and looked like he was in extra high spirits.

Lyra also looked like she had carefully dressed up. She wore a pure white dress and looked as gentle as water.

Velma briefly told him again what happened.

Julien frowned. "I've divorced her, so don't provoke her if you have nothing better to do."

Sydney was not as simple as others thought. He knew his mother's character very well, so he reminded her, lest she got into trouble in the future.

However, Velma was still dissatisfied, and she grimaced. "She was the one who provoked me first, okay?"

After a pause, she saw that the two of them were about to go out and quickly looked at Lyra with a smile. "Lyra, are you two going out?"

Lyra smiled. "I heard the Old Madam is sick, so we're going to visit her."

Velma rolled her eyes. "So what if she's sick? What's the point of visiting her? I-"

"Mom." Julien interrupted her with a sullen gaze, obviously unhappy. "She's my grandmother."

Velma knew that her son did not like it when she spoke ill of the Old Madam. Hence, she did not dare to continue. Instead, she forced a laugh. "In that case, don't stay out too late. I've told the maids to brew Lyra's favorite soup. It'll be good for her."

Lyra said thanks and went out with Julien.

Sydney was the one who took care of the Old Madam for several years, so their relationship was naturally not shallow.

Although Lyra was her grandson's favorite, Lyra could not compare to Sydney's position in her heart.

Thus, Julien could see the Old Madam's detachment to Lyra at first glance.

He knew the reason, but he still brought Lyra over.

It was to let Lyra get acquainted with the Old Madam. After all, Lyra would be his future wife.

"Grandma, this is the nutritional tonic I've prepared for you. Please accept it." Lyra behaved like a sensible lady, and her every action was flawless.

The Old Madam lay on her side in the chaise lounge, but her expression was indifferent. "It's still a little early for you to be calling me Grandma. You can call me that after you two get married. Also, I'm old, so I don't dare to consume gifts from others. You should take it back with you."

Lyra was a little embarrassed. She bit her lip and looked at the man beside her like she was begging for help.

Julien stepped in for her. "Grandma, this is a token of Lyra's thoughtfulness."

As someone who had experienced all kinds of situations, the Old Madam glanced at Lyra and instantly knew what she was thinking. "Yes, she's quite thoughtful. She even forced my granddaughterin-law away."