The young assistant was utterly confused, "What did you say?"
Sean Dalton withdrew her gaze and did not answer her question.
At that mont, the light turned green, and the car started moving forward slowly. The assistant handed her the script, "Sister Grace, do you want to take a look first?"
"There’s nothing worth looking at. I’ll improvise when the ti cos." Sean Dalton leaned back against the seat, closed her eyes, and crossed her arms, exuding a boss-like deanor.
"Sister Grace, this director is quite influential, and he has the authority to replace people. You should... follow the rules?"
"Who is he anyway? I don’t even want to act!" Sean Dalton glanced at her, "Let him replace then!"
The mood was absolutely awful!
Her mother’s personality was contradictory, always considering her father’s image in everything she did, spending her whole life seeking love.
With such a mother, could anything be accomplished?
She couldn’t be ruthless at all.
Sean Dalton flipped through the photos she had just taken on her phone, each one very clear. She thought they would definitely co in handy!
Even if her mother didn’t take action, Sean Dalton wouldn’t just let it slide!
In the evening, the beautiful sunset painted the sky red, and the gentle evening breeze made everything seem peaceful.
Dinner was ready at the Dalton family ho.
The servants only prepared enough for two people; Joan Graham and Ethan Dalton were sitting in the dining room.
Joan Graham kept glancing out the window; he definitely wasn’t coming back.
"Mom, eat, eat, eat!" Ethan Dalton held a fork in his left hand and a spoon in his right, drooling.
At 12 years old, he dressed neatly every day, yet couldn’t speak a full sentence.
He was a rather troubled young master, unable to attend school, without friends.
"Stop looking, madam." Butler Warren stayed by her side, "Sir said he wouldn’t be back for dinner, so he won’t be. Please start eating, the food is getting cold."
What on earth was he doing?
As a wife, how could she not overthink?
Joan Graham distractedly withdrew her gaze and looked at her intellectually disabled son.
She wondered if Ethan were normal, would David Garcia love her then?
For so many years, David had treated her well, but that wasn’t love.
All the affection was superficial because they hadn’t shared a bed in a long ti...
"Madam, please eat; it won’t taste good if it gets cold." Butler Warren cared for her dearly.
Just when Joan Graham reluctantly decided to eat a few mouthfuls.
The phone rang.
Butler Warren brought it over to her, glancing at the caller ID, "It’s Miss Dalton."
Joan Graham put down her chopsticks, picked up the phone, and held it close to her ear, "Grace."
"Is Dad back?" Sean Dalton was in a presidential suite of a seven-star hotel, standing by the window overlooking the entire bustling city.
"Didn’t he say he had to work overti?" Joan Graham replied softly, "He hasn’t co back."
Sean Dalton asked coolly, "Then where are you?"
"I..." Joan Graham looked at Butler Warren beside her, "I’m at ho."
"Why aren’t you going to the company to gather evidence?" Sean Dalton was furious, "I can’t get in right now; otherwise, I wouldn’t stand by and do nothing! How can you stay so calm?"
"Grace." Joan Graham sensed her anger, scared she might do sothing rash, "Don’t ddle in adult affairs."
But Sean Dalton kept emphasizing—
"A woman’s marriage needs to be defended by herself! Otherwise, she’ll end up losing everything!"
"What do you an I shouldn’t ddle? You’re my mom! Can I just watch you be wronged?"
"I’ve acted in so many marriage dramas; don’t I know how things end? If this continues, you’ll be the one who loses the most!"
Joan Graham interrupted lightly, "Grace... Your father isn’t that kind of person."
"Mom! Don’t jump to conclusions so quickly!" Sean Dalton was infuriated, "I’ll send you so photos I took by chance today! Take a look first! Let’s see if you’re not angry! If you’re not bothered!"
With that, Sean Dalton angrily hung up the phone!
Shortly afterward, Joan Graham received a few photos on WeChat.
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