After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 47: Do You Want Revenge?

Mrs. Sinclair was stumped by Rose Gable’s question.

She also had no idea why they had come to catch Claire Mercer cheating, only to end up catching her own granddaughter.

Her granddaughter was the one in the bed, so where had Claire Mercer gone?

Everything had been arranged so perfectly. How could such a huge mistake have happened?

Every step of the plan she’d laid out yesterday was airtight; no one should have been able to see a single flaw.

Besides, given her previous attitude toward Claire Mercer, there was no reason for Claire to suspect her in the slightest.

How did things turn out this way?

The more Mrs. Sinclair thought about it, the angrier she became.

And now, being interrogated by Rose Gable, she was filled with a simmering rage.

"Let’s not even talk about where that little bitch Claire Mercer went. What’s the deal with the fine daughter you raised?"

Mrs. Sinclair’s words stumped Rose Gable in turn.

She didn’t know how her usually obedient daughter had ended up in a hotel bed with a man.

And looking at the conspicuous marks left on her body...

It didn’t take much imagination to know what had happened between the two of them last night.

She just turned eighteen, how could she...

After a long, thoughtful pause, Rose Gable said,

"Cynthia must have been tricked by that boy..."

Mrs. Sinclair let out a barely audible, cold scoff before asking,

"Are you trying to say she was forcibly violated?"

"Rose Gable, never mind whether anyone else would believe that if you said it."

"I’m asking you, do *you* believe it?"

Rose Gable was speechless again.

"She is the precious princess of the great Sinclair Family. Who would dare risk their life to violate her?"

"If she wasn’t willing, with that unruly and fierce temper of hers, who could possibly force her?"

Rose Gable: "..."

Seeing her hang her head in silence, Mrs. Sinclair shot her another sideways glare.

"All you do all day is go to the salon, go shopping, buy things, play cards... All you know is how to spend money."

"If not that, you’re copying those damn internet celebrities and going to the gym."

"What, at your age, who are you trying to seduce by working out?"

Hearing this, Rose Gable’s heart skipped a beat, and her eyes flickered.

’Could the old woman know something?’

’Probably not.’

’Besides, my thing with that trainer only happened once or twice.’

’And it was always in extremely private places.’

’If the old woman knew what I’d been doing behind her back, would I even have the chance to be standing here?’

With that thought, Rose Gable secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mother, I’m just trying to stay in shape."

"Once you get older, your health declines, and your figure isn’t as good as it used to be."

"Simon hasn’t been coming home much lately, so I thought..."

Mrs. Sinclair shot her an annoyed look.

"So what if a man has a little fun on the side? As long as it doesn’t threaten your position, what are you afraid of?"

Rose Gable nodded, looking like an obedient student being lectured.

"When have you ever put any thought into your two children?"

"Cynthia Sinclair is already going down the wrong path at such a young age. I think she learned it from you."

Rose Gable: "..."

"I was planning on finding her a good family to marry into in a couple of years. Now that she’s sullied, who would want her?"

"Mother, I know I haven’t shown enough care for Gavin and Cynthia."

"But... Cynthia’s whole life can’t be ruined just like this, can it?"

"So now you know it’s ruined? What were you doing before?"

Just thinking about Rose Gable made Mrs. Sinclair seethe with anger.

She had never once been satisfied with this daughter-in-law of hers.

If the Sinclair Family hadn’t needed a marriage alliance back then, it never would have been her.

Rose Gable had no idea that Mrs. Sinclair was once again looking down on her with disdain.

She just grabbed her arm and said,

"Mother, actually, as long as the few of us who know don’t say anything, there’s still a way to solve this."

Mrs. Sinclair narrowed her eyes at her. "Her body is no longer pure. How can you solve that?"

"Mother, medical technology is very advanced these days."

"We just have to take Cynthia to get a hymenoplasty."

"A hymenoplasty?"

As a woman in her eighties or nineties, this was the first time Mrs. Sinclair had ever heard of such a thing.

In her generation, once a woman’s body was "broken," it was broken. How could it be repaired?

Besides, losing one’s virginity before marriage meant being shamed for life. Some were even drowned in pig cages.

Not like these young people today...

"Yes," Rose Gable said. "We just need to have her hymen patched up."

"After it’s fixed, she’ll be just like a virgin. A man won’t be able to tell the difference."

Hearing her say this, Mrs. Sinclair finally stopped harping on Cynthia Sinclair’s issue.

"You handle it yourself. Remember, it must be done with the utmost secrecy."

"If anyone outside finds out, her life will be completely ruined."

"I know, Mother. I’ll take her abroad for the surgery in a few days."

Mrs. Sinclair gave a faint "mm."

She didn’t want to dwell on the matter of Cynthia Sinclair right now.

Because where Claire Mercer had gone was her biggest question.

’That little bitch... she seems so meek and obedient on the surface.’

’But she’s actually full of devious tricks.’

’Not only did she escape at the last minute, but she also pushed my granddaughter into a pit of fire.’

’It seems I’ll have to put in more effort to deal with her.’

’It’s been so long, and this is the first time I’ve ever failed.’

’And to fail because of a mere slip of a girl... it made her hate Claire Mercer even more.’

"Aren’t you going to wake your precious daughter up and get home?"

"Oh, oh." Rose Gable quickly went to wake Cynthia Sinclair.

Her beautiful dream interrupted, Cynthia Sinclair was woken up again and began cursing with extreme impatience.

Mrs. Sinclair stepped forward and slapped her across the face.

The slap completely woke Cynthia Sinclair up.

She clutched her cheek, staring blankly at Mrs. Sinclair.

Remembering where she was, and then looking down at the marks left on her body from a night of passion...

Cynthia Sinclair’s mind went blank with a BUZZ.

’It’s over, it’s over...’

’Why is Grandmother here?’

’When I get back, they’re going to skin me alive.’

"Grand... Grandmother..."

"You’ve really given your old grandmother a big surprise."

After saying that, Mrs. Sinclair snorted and turned to leave without another word.

Rose Gable’s heart ached for her daughter, who had just received such a solid slap.

But remembering this was her own daughter’s foolish mistake, she couldn’t say much.

She hurriedly gathered the clothes scattered on the floor and handed them to Cynthia Sinclair.

"Hurry up and get dressed so we can go home!"

A wave of desolation washed over Cynthia Sinclair, but she was helpless.

She got dressed, ducked her head, and followed Rose Gable out of the hotel.

Watching the three of them leave, and recalling the conversation she had just overheard...

A cold sweat broke out on Claire Mercer’s back, and she felt a lingering fear at her own foolishness.

"I can’t believe the old woman who was always so pleasant to me was actually plotting against me like this."

"As expected of the one who rules the Sinclair Family’s inner court. She really hides her true nature."

Adrian Sutton said, "To be able to defeat Mr. Sinclair’s original wife and take her place, and then to control the Sinclair Family’s inner court for so many years..."

"Do you think her position would be so secure if her methods weren’t ruthless?"

"All I want is a divorce. Why would she go to such lengths to plot against me?"

"Naturally, it’s to minimize any negative impact on the Sinclair Family. The only thing in her heart is the family’s interests."

After a moment, Adrian Sutton asked, "Do you want revenge?"

Claire Mercer said, "Of course I do."

’But what do I have to fight the Sinclair Family with?’

’Even getting a divorce gets me schemed against.’

’I’m just a fake young lady of the Mercer Family. How could I ever win against the Sinclairs?’

Adrian Sutton said, "Alright, I’ll help you."

"Forget it," Claire Mercer said. "I don’t want to drag you into my problems."

"You may have some connection with Silas Rowan, but helping me divorce Gavin Sinclair has already been a lot of trouble for him."

"As for revenge, I’ll take it one step at a time on my own in the future."

’For a gentleman, ten years is not too late for revenge.’

’Even a true young lady of the Mercer Family couldn’t win against the Sinclairs, let alone a Rhonian Drifter like him.’