Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 847: Still Putting His Hands on Me

Stanley Sheridan, who had been silent all this time, immediately snorted coldly, "Is being good-looking something you can eat?"

Old Mrs. Sheridan’s face hardened, "Why can’t it be? If it’s your sour face no one would have an appetite, but the child’s face is a feast for the eyes! Can you really compare yourself to him?"

Stanley Sheridan, once again being rebuked: "... You’re being shallow!"

"You’re not shallow, you’re not shallow. You keep pulling Cyrus Hawthorne aside to ask about Sweetie’s past, listening again and again, not satisfied even after several times. Yes, you’re definitely not shallow!" Old Mrs. Sheridan had no tenderness when criticizing her son.

Ever since finding Ann Vaughn, Old Mrs. Sheridan’s kindness had become completely "given on a case-by-case basis."

Stanley Sheridan felt comforted that his mother was livelier than before, but also felt the sting for being rebuked daily.

As soon as Old Mrs. Sheridan said this, Stanley Sheridan immediately turned bright red but had no way to retort.

In fact, if it weren’t for Eli Sheridan and Wilder Sheridan wanting to test Cyrus Hawthorne’s skills and forcibly taking him away, he probably would still be storytelling at Stanley’s insistence, without any break.

"I’m not arguing with you; no matter what you say, you’re right." Stanley Sheridan put down the newspaper, stood up, and left the living room.

Old Mrs. Sheridan pointed at his back and said to Ann Vaughn, "I really don’t know why he tries so hard to act deep, is he afraid he won’t scare his own daughter to death?"

Ann Vaughn almost couldn’t hold back her laughter.

She had seen many family dynamics: those that start screaming at the slightest disagreement, those so lifeless with not a hint of warmth, and those gentle and considerate towards each other...

But a dynamic like the Sheridan’s, carefree and slightly warm, she was witnessing for the first time.

It was this that made Ann Vaughn for the first time want to integrate into this family.

Just as Ann Vaughn was lost in thought, a maid rushed into the living room.

"Old Mrs. Sheridan, Miss Annie, something’s wrong, Miss Bella is in Mr. Hawthorne’s room, and they, they..."

When Ann Vaughn and Old Mrs. Sheridan arrived upstairs in the room, they saw Jane Sheridan sitting on the floor in disarray, her posture improper, with a shallow footprint on the waist of her clothing.

Cyrus Hawthorne stood at a distance, looking down on her coldly as he calmly completed buttoning his cuff, his gaze on Jane filled with icy hostility.

"What happened? What is going on?" Old Mrs. Sheridan looked at the scene with confusion and doubt.

Ann Vaughn furrowed her slender eyebrows, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Jane Sheridan lifted her head numbly, her face full of tears as she looked at Old Mrs. Sheridan, "Grandma, I just wanted to get my things and leave, but when I passed by this room, he suddenly pulled me in and started...I..."

She cried with sincerity, her shoulders trembling, looking quite pitiful.

Ann Vaughn almost broke her own character on the spot, wanting to shout you’re lying.

Before she could speak, Old Mrs. Sheridan said, "You’re saying Cyrus got physical with you?"

Ann Vaughn’s heart sank, her teeth biting her lower lip hard, afraid grandma might misunderstand Cyrus Hawthorne.

"Yes, grandma." Jane Sheridan clutched her collar, looking frightened, "If the maid hadn’t come in time, I wouldn’t know what would have happened..."

Before she could finish, Old Mrs. Sheridan continued, "And what about that footprint on your waist, how did it get there?"

Jane Sheridan gnawed her teeth, "He kicked me because I told him that he’s Ann’s fiancé, and he shouldn’t do this to me, so he lashed out in anger..."

Anyone else might have believed her by now.

Because no girl would disgrace herself just to frame someone else.

Even if this didn’t manage to ruin Ann Vaughn and Cyrus Hawthorne’s engagement, turning the Sheridan family’s opinion against him wouldn’t be a loss for Jane Sheridan.

As long as Ann Vaughn suffers, she feels satisfied!

"Old Mrs. Sheridan," Cyrus Hawthorne spoke calmly, always poised and steady, showing not the slightest hint of panic, "My computer automatically records the surrounding scene during operation; the truth is clear with a single look."

Surveillance?!

Jane Sheridan looked up in shock, her eyes glued to the black computer on the desk.

How could it be?!

Old Mrs. Sheridan waved her hand, kindly saying, "No need to look, you are the one Sweetie likes, and I believe Sweetie’s judgment isn’t wrong."

"Grandma..." Bright delight danced in Ann Vaughn’s eyes, and she couldn’t suppress the curve of her lips.

Old Mrs. Sheridan reassuringly patted Ann Vaughn’s hand and then looked at the desolate Jane Sheridan, saying, "You returned at the right time, so while we have this opportunity today, move your household registration back there."

If Jane Sheridan was only panicked before, she was genuinely panicking now.

If her household registration was moved out of the Sheridan family, she would no longer be part of the family and have no ties to them!

"No, grandma, no!" Jane Sheridan endured the pain in her waist and flung herself at Old Mrs. Sheridan’s feet, crying out, "Grandma, I’m the one you raised from childhood, have you forgotten? We’ve lived together for more than twenty years; you always said I was your pride, grandma!"

"You even named me, grandma, have you forgotten? Grandma, don’t abandon me, I’m begging you, don’t abandon me..."

Perhaps she was truly heartbroken, or maybe it was to evoke Old Mrs. Sheridan’s sympathy, Jane Sheridan cried her heart out, even hiccuping.

In Ann Vaughn’s bright gaze, there was a hint of mockery; she played the family card perfectly.

Old Mrs. Sheridan sighed, helped Jane Sheridan up, gently dusting off the dirt from her.

"A child is a parent’s treasure, and you’ve been apart from your birth parents for so many years, it’s like cutting them away from the heart. Now that your family is finally together, no matter how reluctant I am, how can I keep you here, giving them extra burdens? It’s unfair to them."

Old Mrs. Sheridan’s voice, much like her actions, was gentle and kind, yet it carried with it an undeniable steadfastness.

Just a few words turned the situation around, changing Jane Sheridan’s abandonment into the Sheridan’s righteous act of not taking away a beloved daughter.

It left Jane Sheridan speechless, her entire body feeling cold.

She knew Old Mrs. Sheridan well; once she spoke, she would not change her mind.

——She really didn’t want her anymore!

Old Mrs. Sheridan indeed did as she said. With a single call, she had a professional sent over to immediately transfer Jane Sheridan’s household registration from the Sheridan family.

No matter how Jane Sheridan begged, cried, or acted pitifully, it was of no use this time.

"Take this card, it’s part of the dowry I prepared for you earlier, think of it as a token of the years we have spent together." Old Mrs. Sheridan pressed a card into Jane Sheridan’s hand.