Zella gave a wan smile, rising from her seat, "It's getting late. I should head home."
After Zella left, Marcel slammed his fist on the table, a hint of impatience in his demeanor.
Getting married wasn't mandatory in life. Why was she making such a fuss about such a trivial matter?
Zella exited the office, heading straight for the parking lot. As she opened her car door, a pair of hands held it shut, "Zella, let's talk."
At the sound of the voice, Zella's eyes flashed with annoyance, "Scram!"
She obeyed Marcel's every word because she was in love with him.
And what right did Joie have to provoke her?
"Zella, you've been with Marcel for years, and you still haven't married him. Why are you still with him?"
Joie had found out that Zella and Marcel had been on and off for over a decade. They even had a child, but they weren't married. Clearly, Marcel had no intention of marrying her!
Zella grabbed Joie by the collar, her movements swift and precise.
"Thud"
Joie was thrown to the ground, Zella's gaze lowered, "Joie, just because Granny Grace accepted you as her granddaughter doesn't mean I accept you as a sister. All day, you call him 'brother.' Are you a chicken?"
"You…" Joie's face turned red.
Zella squatted down, gripping her chin, "It's not your place to meddle in Marcel's and my business. As for you trying to hook up with Marcel, I suggest you think twice before acting. You wouldn't want to get hurt, would you?"
Joie's face turned pale.
Zella dropped her, got in her car, and drove away.
Back at the Salter family townhouse, Zella called the her father, "Father, Marcel said he's not considering marriage at the moment."
Her father's face darkened, "Zella, you two have been together for so long. If he refuses to marry you, you should start making other plans."
Was Marcel refusing to marry her because he had other plans?
Zella hung up without a word, blocking out all the bad news.
...
The news of Brittany and Isaac's divorce was spreading within their circles.
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