After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 53: The Weak and Pitiful Green Tea Act
Claire Mercer’s words caused an immediate uproar.
The expressions on Julian Mercer’s and Judith Caldwell’s faces were grim.
’Their own biological daughter, the one they’d just found, was knowingly a homewrecker, and pregnant on top of that...’
If something like this got out, they would become a laughingstock.
"Are you insane?" Judith Caldwell rushed in front of Claire Mercer.
She pulled her aside and berated her in a low voice.
"Do you know what kind of event this is?"
"Don’t you have any sense of what you should and shouldn’t say?"
"If you had even a shred of gratitude, if you remembered for even a moment the kindness the Mercer Family has shown you as our adopted daughter all these years..."
"...you wouldn’t be so aggressive toward our biological daughter."
"If the Mercer Family loses face, do you think you’ll look any better?"
Claire Mercer let out a soft laugh.
"So you do think that her being a homewrecker, if it got out, would bring shame to the Mercer Family?"
"You..."
As for Scarlett Jewel, her face, already coated in a layer of foundation, turned even paler.
She never expected Claire Mercer to be crazy enough to expose her shameful secret in public.
’She could only blame herself for being too naive back then.’
’She thought that getting pregnant with Gavin Sinclair’s child meant she was one step closer to marrying into a wealthy family.’
’She hadn’t considered that if this disgraceful matter was exposed, she would be the one to lose face.’
But now that Claire had said such harsh things, she couldn’t refute any of it.
She could only resort to her usual tricks—playing the weak, pitiful victim—to shut Claire Mercer up.
She took a moment to compose herself, and her eyes quickly filled with tears.
With her on-the-verge-of-tears expression, she looked truly pitiful and wronged, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
"Sister, Gavin and I are truly in love. It’s cruel of you to describe it so horribly."
"I’m just stating the facts," Claire Mercer said to Scarlett Jewel.
"Why bother acting so wronged and pitiful?"
Julian Mercer seemed to have reached his limit with Claire Mercer.
Seeing that passing guests were stopping to watch, he decided he wouldn’t let Claire Mercer off easy.
So, with a dark expression, he began to denounce Claire Mercer.
"Claire Mercer, if we had known you were such an ungrateful wretch, we never should have brought you into the Mercer Family."
"For all these years, your food, your drink, your clothes, your expenses—which of these things didn’t the Mercer Family pay for?"
"Without us, you would have starved to death on the streets long ago."
"But not only are you ungrateful, you’re now being rebellious and disrespectful to us."
"Even if Scarlett did something wrong, as her older sister, shouldn’t you be more tolerant?"
"Even just for the sake of the kindness we’ve shown in raising you, you shouldn’t speak so viciously to your sister."
Watching them all gang up to condemn her, as if she were a heinous, unpardonable sinner...
Claire Mercer found it utterly ridiculous.
Her adoptive father, her adoptive mother, her mother-in-law, her sister-in-law...
None of them wanted her to have an easy time; they all couldn’t stand the sight of her.
’To this day, she still didn’t know what she had done so wrong.’
’How could they harbor such malice toward her?’
She heaved a deep sigh, no longer wanting to deal with the people in front of her.
’It’s pointless.’
She snatched her invitation back, wanting to enter the banquet hall.
But Cynthia Sinclair still wouldn’t let her go, stretching out her arms to block her.
"You’re still planning to use that fake invitation to go in and embarrass yourself?"
"You may have no shame, but the Sinclair Family does."
Claire Mercer gave her a cool, sideways glance before lazily looking away.
"Move."
"I won’t," Cynthia Sinclair said, her expression one of self-righteous indignation.
"Don’t even think about piggybacking on our invitation to attend Mrs. Rowan’s birthday banquet."
’Why is this group of people so difficult?’
’Why do they have to keep picking on me?’
’They’re like leeches, impossible to shake off.’
Claire Mercer’s patience was wearing thin.
She took out her phone and sent a message to Adrian Sutton.
"I’m being held up at the entrance."
Soon, Adrian Sutton appeared at the entrance to the banquet hall.
His cold gaze swept over the people blocking Claire Mercer, the menacing aura radiating from him almost impossible to contain.
"What’s going on?"
He slowly walked to Claire Mercer’s side and asked her.
"They insist my invitation is fake and won’t let me in."
At that moment, Cynthia Sinclair recognized Adrian Sutton.
’Isn’t he that male model from the club last time?’
’She remembered offering him money to have a drink with her, but he’d actually refused her.’
She’d held a grudge about it ever since.
"Heh," Cynthia Sinclair sneered.
"And here I thought you’d find some impressive backup."
"Turns out it’s just some male model from a club."
"You don’t actually think calling a male model here is going to change anything, do you?"
Rose Gable noticed the way Adrian Sutton looked at Claire Mercer. It didn’t seem entirely innocent.
’She started to wonder if her son had been cuckolded by Claire Mercer.’
’And this little bitch has been trying to get a divorce lately. Could it be because of this pretty boy in front of her?’
"Claire Mercer, since when have you been messing around with a male model?"
Claire Mercer said coldly, "We are just friends. Only those with dirty minds see filth everywhere."
"Besides, your son got his mistress pregnant. What right do you have to question me?"
"You..."
Rose Gable thought that this Claire Mercer had truly gone mad.
’Either that, or her body had been possessed.’
’It’s only been a few days, yet she dares to speak to me with such an attitude and tone.’
’Before, she was so humble around me she was practically dust at my feet.’
’She always spoke softly, and no matter how I nitpicked, she would just remain silent.’
’But look at the Claire Mercer now—where was there even a trace of her former self?’
Seeing the myriad of colors shifting on Rose Gable’s face, Claire Mercer’s mood finally lifted a little.
She glanced at Scarlett Jewel.
"Your son’s mistress is standing right next to you."
Then, she stared at Scarlett’s stomach with a meaningful gaze.
"Instead of fixating on me, why don’t you show some concern for your grandchild?"
Rose Gable knew her son was cheating.
And that his mistress was pregnant.
But until now, she hadn’t known who the pregnant mistress was.
Now, hearing what Claire Mercer said and recalling her meaningful gaze...
She looked at Scarlett Jewel standing nearby and asked Claire Mercer.
"What do you mean?"
Cynthia Sinclair immediately jumped in, pointing at Scarlett Jewel as she questioned Claire Mercer.
"You can’t be saying that *she’s* the mistress and that she’s pregnant with my brother’s child, can you?"
"Surprising, isn’t it?" Claire Mercer retorted.
Hearing this, Cynthia Sinclair shot another look at Scarlett Jewel and then rolled her eyes dramatically.
"How is it someone from the Mercer Family again?"
"Why is my brother always getting tangled up with people from the Mercer Family?"
"Look at her... with that fake-weak, fake-pitiful, green tea bitch act..."
Cynthia Sinclair immediately felt disgusted with Scarlett Jewel.
’Even though she was only eighteen, she had a pretty good bitch-dar.’
’This homewrecker right here is just a trashy green tea bitch.’
’She’s even more annoying than Claire Mercer.’
’Homewrecker, homewrecker...’
’Why... why does everyone keep calling me a homewrecker?’
’The one who isn’t loved is the real homewrecker!’
’But Gavin obviously loves *me*.’
Scarlett Jewel felt like she was going to go crazy from the word ’homewrecker’.
’Is she going to be branded a ’homewrecker’ for the rest of her life?’
