Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce! novel Chapter 1

Port City's December was colder than previous years.

Sydney Raines nestled on the sofa expressionlessly, listening to the shouting and scolding of her mother-in -law, Velma, downstairs.

"Sydney, never mind the fact that you can't even give birth to a child, what time is it now? Why aren’t you cooking? Are you trying to starve Jay and me?"

In the six years that she had been married to Julien Flint, her mother-in-law had been scolding her behind her back for being a hen who laid no eggs.

However, no one knew that her husband had never touched her at all.

"Hurry up and pack my bag! I have to go to school!" a teenager urged.

Jayden Flint was Julien's younger brother. He was simply a little tyrant who tormented Sydney endlessly.

In his opinion, this sister-in-law his brother married was easier to knead than dough.

Sydney went downstairs and mechanically went to the kitchen to cook before she packed Jayden's bag and lunchbox.

"Mom, food's ready!"

Velma's temper rose when she saw the dead expression on Sydney's face, and she slammed her glass on the table. "You've grown bold, huh, Sydney? You spend my son's money and live in my son's house, but you dare to show me attitude? Believe it or not. I'll call Julien immediately and tell him to divorce you!"

The plate in Sydney's hands shook, but she let out a deep breath and forced a smile. "I didn't, Mom."

Velma did not believe her and said sinisterly, "Sydney, don't think your position as Mrs. Flint is secure just because the Old Madam is backing you. You're nothing compared to Lyra!"

Sydney went pale at the mention of that woman's name. 1

Jayden's eyes twinkled. Visibly having caught something, Jayden grinned. "You didn't know that, right? Lyra will be discharged soon, and my brother wants to bring her back to live with us."

Sydney's eye twitched, and her hand that placed the dinner plate down shook a little. 1

Velma could not bear seeing Sydney’s fake grievance, so she snorted and waved her hand impatiently." Don't stand in front of me! You'll ruin my appetite. Hurry up and get out!"

Sydney did not stay either. Instead, she turned to go upstairs, nestling in the sofa again.

Around evening, a Maybach pulled up at the gate.