True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 389

Marry Smith seemed at a loss for words all of a sudden.

She choked and said, "Mom, thank you. I know that you love me dearly. I'll think of another way.¹'

"Good girl. No matter what happens, your father and I will only acknowledge you as our daughter-in-law. No one else is qualified."

"Thank you."

Hanging up the phone, Marry slumped against the lounge chair outside the mall. She looked at the sunset, desolation filling her heart.

After a while, she received a call from Attorney Grayson.

"Miss Smith, I have just heard about what happened between Mr. Brown and you."

"What do you mean?" Marry panicked and asked hurriedly, "Attorney Grayson, how did you know? What do you know?"

"Mr. Brown wants to file a lawsuit for divorce against you," Attorney Grayson remarked, "Would you like to consider settling for the divorce? This will benefit everyone. You are now the head of Sunny Group, and your reputation will be damaged. So I was thinking if both of you could agree to a divorce settlement!"

"I won't divorce him!" Marry shouted abruptly and hysterically, "I will never divorce him. Who do you think you are? How dare you ask me to agree to divorce him!"

Attorney Grayson was shocked and he replied, "I was merely giving you a suggestion. I most certainly would not interfere with your decision."

"Leave me alone!" Marry cursed, "You son of a b*tch, how dare you! Who told you to speak to me?"

Attorney Grayson pulled his ear away from the phone, feeling as though he would become deaf due to Marry's ear-splitting roar.

He furrowed his brows, saying, "Miss Smith, if it weren't for Mr. Smith's sake, I wouldn't have reminded you of that. You can't save your marriage anymore. It's useless for you to lash out at me. Please wait for the lawsuit then."

After that, he hung up the phone, leaving no time for Marry to respond.

When Marry heard this, she got even more infuriated than she already was. She couldn't help but hurl her phone on the ground.

The screen shattered into pieces.

She sat on the lounge chair and didn't move an inch for a long time.

Inside the mall.

Heinz Jones had taken Grace Smith to the pharmacy to buy some disinfectant and gauze. He then helped her apply the bandage on her wound at the rest area.

Grace sat on the chair while Heinz scooched on the ground. Despite being in a squatting position, the air surrounding Heinz's tall, strong figure still seemed slightly oppressing.

At this moment, he was inspecting the wound on his woman's hand, and this provoked even more rage in him. Thinking of Marry's condescending look earlier, he resisted the urge to strangle her to death.

Little by little, he applied the medicine gently on Grace's wounds.

"Ah—" Grace felt a little sting from the disinfectant and took a deep breath.

Heinz instantly became more gentle and said softly, "Try to bear with it."

"I'm okay,” Grace immediately shook her head and said, "You don't have to be so cautious."

Heinz looked up at her, his eyes full of helplessness and remorse. He questioned, "She grabbed you so tightly, but why didn't you gash her face?"

Grace was flabbergasted and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I didn't think of that."

"You're always so good at picking fights with me, but when it comes to her, you didn't even know how to take advantage of her," Heinz complained while disinfecting her wounds, "You're so stupid. Do you know that?"

"Okay. I'm sorry. I guess I really am a little dumb," Grace responded, not denying it, "Next time, if there is a next time, I'll definitely fight back."

"Just cut her face," Heinz spoke in a deep voice, "Just disfigure her face."

Grace was rendered speechless.

Heinz was relentless. He raised his voice and asked, "Did you hearthat?"