True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 252

Grace didn't expect to bump into Marry here. She was just here for a scan, wasn't she?

It seemed that Marry had yet to be discharged from the hospital.

Upon seeing Marry, Grace's eyes darkened.

She didn't want to be involved with this woman.

At this moment, Alex stepped forward and said coldly, "Please be more respectful of Miss Smith."

"Respectful?" Marry snorted and said, "Who are you to order me? And since when did she become Miss Smith? Is she someone's mistress?"

Simon, who was standing behind Marry, was shocked to see Grace sitting on a wheelchair just like Mary.

His expression was complicated, with a trace of confusion and a hint of worry.

Grace didn't even look at Simon. She threw a glance at Marry, leaned back and ignored her.

Marry was at a loss for words and became angrier. She shouted, "Now that you've become someone's lover, you're acting arrogant? Humph, you're a disgrace to the Smith family."

Upon hearing this, Alex raised his hand and slapped her. "How dare you talk to Miss Smith like that?"

His slap landed right on Marry's face, and immediately a mark appeared on her cheek.

Simon frowned and said in a low voice, "Grace, please stop."

Grace was not acting out in the first place. It was Marry who kept provoking her.

And now Simon blamed it on her because Alex slapped Marry across the face?

She stared at Simon in confusion. Gently, she leaned against the wheelchair and said, "Why should I stop? I didn't even say a word."

She didn't understand why Simon confronted her so directly. It was ridiculous.

Standing stiffly, Simon looked at Grace and said without blinking, "Marry is already very upset for losing her child. Even if she's venting her frustration to you, you as her sister should understand her."

What a glorified excuse.

"I didn't say anything," Grace said. "Simon, it's not my problem that your wife failed to control her tongue. Don't blame this on me."

Her eyes seemed to pierce through him.

Simon was left stunned.

Grace said again clearly, "Let me warn you again. Stay away from me, or you'll have to bear the consequences."

Marry became hysterical after the unexpected hit. She cried out at the top of her lungs, "You're now a mistress. How dare you yell at me? How dare you order someone to hit me?"

Grace reached her hands out and brushed her fringe out of her eyes. Slowly, she lowered her slender fingers and held onto the wheelchair.

With a light smile, she said, "It's not easy to be a mistress you know. Furthermore, I'm not crossing any line given that I'm unmarried. And you? Even if you were to be made a mistress, I bet it would be an affair."

"You might be more capable than me, but I'm younger and prettier than you. All you could do was to pick up a man whom I no longer wanted. Just who do you think you are to be so full of yourself?" she continued mercilessly.

Grace knew that Marry was just twisting the facts and trying to mock her.

She wouldn't get angry, but it wasn't like she was going to just let Marry walk all over her.

Marry was fuming, "You..."

"Just because I'm prettier and younger than you, you're worried that your 'trash' would come back to me, aren't you?” Grace said in a slow pace, taking her time.

Marry widened her eyes.

"Marry," Grace was still smiling, "I never wanted to be on bad terms with you, but since you've started it, I will gladly retaliate. To me, it doesn't matter. But aren't you worried that your behavior is revolting to your husband?"

Marry's face turned pale in an instant.