Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 147: If the Upper Beam Is Not Straight, the Lower Beam Will Be Crooked
The sudden slap caught Wren Sutton completely off guard. She didn’t have time to dodge, and a shockingly clear handprint was left on her face.
Wren Sutton endured the pain, her expression slowly turning cold. Her eyes, filled with a frosty chill, stared at the madwoman before her in silent fury.
Unnerved by the stare, Mrs. Marshall took a half step back.
’Damn it,’ she thought. ’Wren Sutton’s gaze is so intense. It has a hint of Adrian Lancaster in it—utterly chilling.’
"Who are you glaring at? You got a problem with me slapping you? After what you did to my daughter, I’d rather kill you."
Mrs. Marshall’s shouting alerted the nurses.
Several nurses came out to break up the fight, shielding Wren Sutton and questioning Mrs. Marshall.
"Who are you? You can’t just go around hitting people."
"We’d advise you not to cause a scene, or we’ll call the police right away."
Mrs. Marshall was too agitated to listen to reason. Forgetting all sense of decorum, she directed all her vitriol at Wren Sutton, her voice growing louder and her insults viler.
"All of you, get out of the way! This is none of your business."
"Wren Sutton, stop hiding back there! You stole everything from my daughter, and now you’re raising an illegitimate daughter behind your husband’s back. You’re shameless! Absolutely shameless! How can the Lancaster family possibly tolerate a woman like you?"
Wren Sutton had finally had enough. She shot back, "The shameless and disgraceful one is your daughter, Maya Marshall, not me."
"Your daughter seduced a married man and destroyed a family. She felt not a shred of shame about it—in fact, she was proud, flaunting it everywhere, smug as could be. She’s as thick-skinned as they come."
"I really have to wonder how you raised her. I suppose the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Maya Marshall was just following your example."
That last taunt wasn’t physically damaging, but the insult was immense.
Mrs. Marshall instantly flew into a rage. Her fury intensified, her eyes turning bloodshot and her face contorting with savagery.
"You bitch! I’m going to rip your mouth off!"
The nurses rushed to hold her back.
"Calm down, this is a hospital."
Mrs. Marshall was uncontrollable, having lost all reason.
"Wren Sutton, you’re a bitch! You’ll get what’s coming to you sooner or later!"
Just then, Director Wallace’s voice suddenly boomed, "What do you think you’re doing?!"
The sound of footsteps grew closer. As Director Wallace took in the chaotic scene, his expression darkened.
He recognized Mrs. Marshall.
"Mrs. Marshall, please mind your conduct. This is a hospital. What sort of behavior is this? If word of this gets out, it will become a joke, and Mr. Marshall will not be pleased when he finds out."
Mrs. Marshall snapped back to her senses. Her temper gradually cooled, and out of deference to the director, she reigned in her emotions.
"Director Wallace, my apologies. I’m sorry you had to witness that."
Director Wallace sighed helplessly. "Whatever the issue is, you should discuss it calmly. You’re grown adults, not children fighting."
As he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed the handprint on Wren Sutton’s face, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Mrs. Lancaster, what happened to your face?"
Wren Sutton replied bluntly, "I was slapped. Some people don’t act their age and are completely unreasonable. It caught me by surprise."
The anger Mrs. Marshall had just suppressed flared right back up.
"Cut the snide remarks. I hit you, so what? If you have a problem with it, then hit me back. Go on, hit me!"
Wren Sutton sneered, refusing to take the bait. "I’m not crass like you. Hitting you would only dirty my hands."
"You..."
"That’s enough! Both of you, stop arguing," Director Wallace intervened, his head starting to ache.
"Mrs. Marshall, I have something very important to discuss with Mrs. Lancaster. Please return to the inpatient wing for now."
Mrs. Marshall guessed they were probably going to talk about a treatment plan, and the image of the little girl flashed in her mind.
Seeing that Wren Sutton was about to leave with Director Wallace, Mrs. Marshall took two steps forward to block them.
"Director Wallace, don’t let this woman fool you. She’s a person of questionable character. That little girl she was holding yesterday? That’s her illegitimate daughter, not a child of the Lancaster family."
Director Wallace’s brow furrowed. He couldn’t believe Mrs. Marshall’s line of thinking—how could she make such a wild accusation?
"Mrs. Marshall, what are you talking about? There’s no illegitimate daughter. During my rounds this morning, President Lancaster himself told me that Zoey is the child of a Lancaster family relative, and Mrs. Lancaster is just taking care of her temporarily."
His words were like a bucket of cold water dumped on Mrs. Marshall. She froze in disbelief, her expression one of utter mortification.
’A relative of the Lancaster family?!’
’No. She refused to believe it.’
’How could there be such a coincidence?’
By the time Mrs. Marshall came to her senses, everyone else had left. She was alone.
She wasn’t ready to let it go. She had to find someone from the Lancaster family and ask them whether that little girl was really a relative.
’But who should I ask?’
The first person who came to mind was her good friend, Adrian Lancaster’s mother, Claire Sterling.
...
Claire Sterling had just left the beauty salon when her phone rang with a call from Mrs. Marshall.
She didn’t answer right away, just letting it ring.
Claire Sterling already knew about Maya Marshall’s amputation. She had even made a special trip to the hospital to visit her, and it would be a lie to say she wasn’t heartbroken.
After all, Maya Marshall had been her top choice for a daughter-in-law.
Moreover, with that fall, the baby Maya had been carrying was lost as well.
It was a double blow, and Claire Sterling wanted to go after Wren Sutton to avenge Maya and the lost child, but Theodore Lancaster stopped her.
Her husband’s words had been a wake-up call. Realizing her folly, she had firmly sided with him to protect the Lancaster family’s dignity.
Things being as they were, Maya Marshall’s future was essentially ruined. No amount of sympathy could change the fact that she’d had an amputation.
A disabled woman, a woman who could no longer bear children—she had lost her ticket to marrying into a wealthy family.
Claire Sterling felt for her, but she was powerless to help.
The phone continued its stubborn, incessant ringing, pulling Claire Sterling from her thoughts.
Seeing the familiar number, she finally relented and answered the call.
"Hello."
"Busy with something? You finally answered."
Mrs. Marshall and Claire Sterling were on good terms. They had attended the same schools from elementary through high school and had even been deskmates for several years.
Back in their school days, they had even secretly agreed to a betrothal between their children.
Claire Sterling leaned back lazily in her seat. "Not much. What’s up? Why’d you call?"
Since they were close, Mrs. Marshall got straight to the point. "I need you to come to the hospital. There’s someone I need you to identify."
"Identify who?"
"It’s too complicated to explain over the phone. Just know that it concerns your son Adrian Lancaster’s reputation. I’m not kidding. Really. Hurry over. I’m waiting for you on the top floor of the emergency department."
Claire Sterling was completely baffled. "Explain yourself. What on earth is going on?"
Mrs. Marshall hung up the phone.
Claire Sterling: "..."
「Half an hour later.」
Claire Sterling’s car pulled up in front of the hospital’s emergency building. The driver quickly got out to open her door. Dressed like a wealthy socialite in high heels, she stepped out with a rushed expression and entered the building.
Soon, she took the elevator to the top floor.
Mrs. Marshall was waiting by the elevators.
The moment they met, Claire Sterling asked impatiently, "Tell me, what on earth is going on? I’m losing my patience."
Mrs. Marshall led Claire forward. "I’m taking you to a VIP room. I want you to see a child and tell me if you recognize her."
