"Mom, are you hiding sothing from ?"
Dylan Wellington’s deep, dark seductive eyes suddenly narrowed, fixating coldly and inscrutably on Mrs. Johnson’s ticulously made-up face.
He made no effort to hide the suspicion and doubt in his eyes.
The probing and scrutinizing gaze lingered on Mrs. Johnson.
It chilled Mrs. Johnson to the core, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.
She felt thoroughly uneasy.
"Dylan, what are you talking about... I’m your mom, what could I be hiding from you? You know well enough what my situation is like in the Wellington family. Apart from you and your sister... what else do I have to look forward to all these years?"
"Mom’s heart has always been on your side... it’s all for your own good..."
Mrs. Johnson’s eyes flickered slightly.
But soon, she regained her composure.
After all, being born into the top-tier wealthy family like the Jenkins family, marrying Dylan Wellington’s father, she’s always been the high and mighty Mrs. Johnson.
Even being suspected by Dylan Wellington on the spot, her excellent ntal composure and the mask she wore habitually kept her calm.
"Is that so?" Dylan Wellington raised his eyebrow, his mischievous seductive eyes full of distrust.
Regarding his parents, he was always filled with contradictory feelings.
As a child, he wanted to be close, but repeated disappointnts had filled him with distrust towards his parents long ago.
Compared to these absurd parents, Dylan Wellington was more willing to trust, the old man who raised him single-handedly, Mr. Wellington.
"If that’s the case, I’ll ask Grandpa personally. Grandpa must know more clearly than you..."
As he was about to bend down to get his cell phone,
"Don’t, don’t go ask your Grandpa..." Mrs. Johnson hurriedly stopped him.
The frantic, desperately trying to pull Dylan Wellington back look on her face almost confessed without a fight that she was hiding sothing.
"..."
Dylan Wellington turned back and looked at Mrs. Johnson silently.
His eyes seed to say—Still won’t admit you’re hiding sothing from ?
Aware as Mrs. Johnson was, she knew she had slipped up at this mont.
Just as her red lips parted slightly, hesitating how to explain.
Suddenly, urgent footsteps sounded outside the door—
"Young Master, look at this... soone just delivered this from Mrs. Lucas. It’s... it’s the divorce application the Madam entrusted to the lawyer."
Tom Nelson quickly walked into the living room, holding a freshly opened docunt bag.
Inside the docunt bag was the divorce application.
"What, Skye Brown wants to divorce our Dylan! Is she crazy? Isn’t the position of Mrs. Wellington exactly what she wanted, she worked hard to get it, why would she want a divorce!?"
Mandy Jenkins was so startled by Tom Nelson’s words that she sprang up.
She now felt so dizzy, her temples throbbed painfully, she simply couldn’t withstand such a blow.
Why does Skye Brown want a divorce? Why does she dare to divorce?
Why does she dare to divorce!!!
That woman, that woman nad Skye Brown, begged herself so humbly back then.
Begged herself to fulfill.
She was clearly so in love with Dylan, crying and shouting to marry Dylan, how could she possibly propose a divorce!
Mandy Jenkins couldn’t sit still, not at all.
But compared to Mandy Jenkins’ loss of composure, Dylan Wellington’s handso, mischievous face didn’t change much.
In contrast, he was more composed and calm, with an eerie coldness beyond his usual self.
"Divorce application... Heh, she really surprised , always bringing new tricks."
Good, very good.
He knew Skye Brown left while he was showering, she must be up to sothing.
Sure enough, if he didn’t go after her, ignored her, she couldn’t sit still.
She would find a way to catch his attention.
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