Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 848: The Fiancée’s Exclusive Right

"Are you determined to drive me away?" Jane Sheridan looked at Old Mrs. Sheridan with hatred in her eyes.

The Sheridan Family sat atop countless wealth, standing at the pinnacle of Marinia’s elite.

— How much more could it cost them to raise one more of her?!

They were so ruthless, insistent on sending her back to that family!

But Jane Sheridan had forgotten one issue, she originally didn’t belong to the Sheridan Family, and even the life of a young lady for the past twenty-plus years was achieved because of Ann Vaughn.

If Stanley Sheridan hadn’t picked her up from the roadside back then, she wouldn’t even have had the opportunity to set foot in the Sheridan Family.

She didn’t need to be grateful to the Sheridans, nor did she need to repay them, but she was the least qualified to demand anything from them.

Old Mrs. Sheridan remained silent, but Uncle Vance couldn’t hold back anymore: "Sher—, no, now we should call you Miss Lynch."

"Before you criticize the old lady, where do you place your biological parents? The old lady commiserated over your parents enduring the pain of losing a daughter for many years, so she selflessly didn’t keep you at the Sheridan Family, allowing your family to reunite. Yet your words make it seem as if you are blaming the old lady for reuniting you with your family?"

The servants who felt sorry for Janelle Lynch immediately snapped out of their lapse.

Janelle Lynch was never the biological daughter of the Sheridans. Now that she has found her biological parents, returning to her original place is only right.

Moreover, the Sheridans didn’t take back anything they once gave her, and the old lady even just gave her a card; the value of these things combined could sustain her for eight or ten years of lavish living...

The Sheridans have been more than benevolent to her, yet she still complains it’s not enough; how can that be justified?

Old Mrs. Sheridan sighed and said, "Go back and live well with your biological parents, we will miss you too."

Janelle Lynch’s eyes reddened, and the cord in her mind snapped, nearly snapping the card in her hand. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Without a word, she sulkily snatched the bag from the sofa and stormed out of the living room in anger.

Before leaving Sherwood Manor, Janelle Lynch stopped in her tracks, unable to help looking back at the grand mansion in front of her, her hands clenched tightly, her eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness almost about to overflow.

Before going in, she at least bore the last name "Sheridan," but coming out now, she had nothing left.

She had enjoyed the prestige, status, and authority brought by being the young lady of the Sheridan Family for so many years, how could she easily let it go?

Did the Sheridans think they could dismiss her with so little money? Dream on!

The servant who escorted Janelle Lynch out returned to the living room and recounted her final reaction to Old Mrs. Sheridan.

Janelle Lynch’s actions completely extinguished any last trace of sympathy people had for her, leaving only disgust.

Not to mention, Old Mrs. Sheridan and Stanley Sheridan had raised her for so many years, giving her things others can only envy, yet she was leaving without a single kind word, and instead, she showed such disrespect—isn’t that the behavior of an ingrate?

"What a character," a servant spat, "Like father, like son; a mouse will always dig holes. Just as vulgar as her parents!"

"You really can’t compare people. The true young lady suffered outside for so many years and never complained after coming back. In contrast, this fake young lady, although the Sheridan Family treated her more than generously, she still harbors so much resentment..."

Old Mrs. Sheridan was silent for a long time. She said nothing, signaling Wilder Sheridan to help her back towards the attic.

Wilder Sheridan hurried over, assisting her as they walked out.

"Grandma, weren’t you too kind to her? Not taking back the things you gave her, but even giving her money..."

Wilder Sheridan worried that Janelle Lynch would repeat her old tricks and spend money to hire people to harm Ann Vaughn.

It wasn’t something she hadn’t done before.

Old Mrs. Sheridan wasn’t showing any disappointment or melancholy on her face; she smiled cheerfully and said, "Everything has two sides, you can’t just view one."

"Huh? So does that mean there’s no money on the card?"

"Of course there is."

Wilder Sheridan was even more puzzled, "The money is in her hands, she could do anything she wants with it."

Old Mrs. Sheridan’s smile was kindly, looking at him as if he were naive, "Think about it, what kind of people are in her family?"

"A mother who is timid, a father who is strong but timid on the inside, and a brother... addicted to gambling, obsessed with money." Wilder Sheridan earnestly recalled that family, objectively commenting, "They’re typical of those dreaming of inherited royalties without any real qualification."

A classic case of a family thinking they have a throne to inherit, placing their son above all else.

Returning to that family, it’s obvious what kind of treatment Janelle Lynch would receive.

But Wilder Sheridan didn’t feel that even this level of punishment would offset what Janelle Lynch had done in the past.

"Her brother, Jonas Lynch, dropped out of high school, never held a job, and spends his days in casinos," Old Mrs. Sheridan said, "For Jonas’s debts, the Lynches have exhausted all their resources. When they had nowhere else to turn, they discovered Janelle Lynch."

Wilder Sheridan suddenly realized, "They’ll spare no effort to siphon off all the money from Janelle Lynch, is that what you’re thinking?"

"Not just that." Old Mrs. Sheridan chuckled, "She harmed our Sweetie so many times; such debts aren’t repaid easily."

...

Ann Vaughn, disliking how the guest room had been polluted by Janelle Lynch, brazenly took Cyrus Hawthorne to her own room.

Although she hadn’t been back for a while, the room was spotless, neat, and bright, clearly showing how dedicated the servants were in their daily cleaning.

As soon as the door closed, Ann Vaughn turned and pinned Cyrus Hawthorne against the door, her small hand nimbly slipping into his shirt hem.

"Hmm?" Cyrus Hawthorne raised his eyebrows slightly surprised, looking at her with narrow eyes half-amused, "Haven’t recovered, yet purposely enticing me?"

Before Ann Vaughn could respond, he pinched her cheek with a low, raspy chuckle, "Little rascal."

"... I am not!" Ann Vaughn’s ears tingled at the term ’little rascal’, sulkingly retorting, "I was checking to see if you were hurt!"

"A little too underestimating your man, aren’t you?"

"Didn’t you get into a fight? That footprint on her waist..."

With calm eyes, Cyrus Hawthorne responded unmoved, "She lunged at me trying to tear my clothes. To uphold my fiancée’s exclusive rights, I had to kick her away."

Uphold her exclusive rights, indeed!

Ann Vaughn lightly snorted, endeavoring to suppress her little pride, but the laughter at the corners of her eyes was barely concealed.

"You didn’t kick hard enough; she could still get up."

"Hmm, striving to satisfy my dear fiancée next time."

Ann Vaughn slightly frowned at his words, unhappily looking at him, "You want a next time?"

If there was a next time, she wouldn’t wait for Cyrus Hawthorne to make a move; she’d use a knife herself to chop off Janelle Lynch’s claws!

Trying to touch her man—how many hands could she spare for Ann Vaughn to chop off!