Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 170: A Good Relationship Is Stronger Than Anything
The expressions around the dinner table varied. Some were speechless, others were awkward. Only the Old Madam was grinning from ear to ear.
The old woman was Wren Sutton and Adrian Lancaster’s number one shipper.
"Grandma, I’m sorry you had to see that," Wren said, embarrassed.
The Old Madam looked at her with a gaze full of kindness and affection. "As long as you two are in love, nothing else matters."
Wren Sutton forced a smile and gave a reluctant nod.
After holding it in for a long time, Theodore Lancaster couldn’t stand it anymore. He slammed his chopsticks down, his temper flaring.
"He has time to call his wife, but no time to report to me, his own father. The nerve of him."
Claire Sterling spoke up for her son. "Adrian hasn’t even eaten yet, has he? I’m sure he’ll call you after dinner. Just be patient."
"I can’t wait."
The Old Madam’s smile vanished. "That’s ridiculous. Adrian is calling his wife. Why are you, his own father, getting jealous?"
Theodore Lancaster looked utterly wronged. "Mom, what are you talking about?"
"So you know how bad that sounds, but that’s exactly the impression you’re giving."
The corner of Theodore Lancaster’s mouth twitched. "..."
Claire Sterling spoke up for her husband again. "Mom, you can’t joke about things like that. Theodore didn’t mean it that way."
The Old Madam wouldn’t hear it. "So he’s allowed to lose his temper with his son, but I’m not allowed to lose my temper with him?"
"..." Claire Sterling was so angry she was speechless.
’Was that what I meant?!’
Theodore Lancaster didn’t want the family to fight because of him. With his mother on one side and his wife on the other, he cared about them both and couldn’t afford to offend either one.
"All right, all right, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have grumbled. Let’s just eat. Everyone, eat. Just pretend I never said a thing."
The Old Madam huffed. "That’s more like it."
Wren: "..."
She said nothing and just lowered her head to eat.
’This was all Adrian Lancaster’s fault!’
After dinner, Theodore and his wife left the family home.
Wren chatted with the Old Madam for a while. It wasn’t until the old woman went to her room for an afternoon nap that Wren finally left the family home.
The driver dropped her off in front of the Suttons’ apartment building.
"Goodbye, Young Madam."
Wren Sutton nodded. She watched the car drive out of the complex, and just as she turned to enter the apartment building, her phone rang.
It was Lucia Lancaster.
Wren’s eyes lit up, and she quickly answered the call.
"Lucia."
"Sister-in-law."
"I finally got ahold of you! Are you okay?"
"I’m fine. Just a little fever, nothing to worry about." Lucia’s voice was heavy and nasal.
Wren wasn’t reassured. "Where are you? I’m coming to get you."
Lucia Lancaster hesitated, pursing her lips. "I’m at Caleb Caldwell’s place."
Wren didn’t have time to overthink it. "Send me the address."
"Okay."
She hung up.
A moment later, Wren received a text from Lucia Lancaster.
Half an hour later, she arrived at the destination by taxi. Caleb Caldwell was waiting downstairs to meet her, and they went inside together.
Slippers had been prepared and were waiting by the door.
"Wren, the slippers are brand new."
"Thank you."
Wren put on the slippers and followed Caleb Caldwell into the bedroom.
Lucia Lancaster was propped up against the headboard. She looked pale and weak, with a fever-reducing patch on her forehead.
She did her best to smile when she saw Wren.
"Sister-in-law."
Wren walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and hugged Lucia, her heart aching for her.
"Have you been to the hospital?"
Lucia Lancaster shook her head. "I didn’t want to go. Caleb bought me some fever medicine."
Wren looked worried. "What’s your temperature now?"
Caleb Caldwell answered seriously, "I checked ten minutes ago. It was 100.8 degrees."
’That’s not too serious.’
Wren breathed a small sigh of relief.
Lucia suddenly thought of something. "Sister-in-law, please don’t tell my mom I’m here."
Wren said, "I don’t have to, but can you really stand to let your family worry like this? You know your mom. If she can’t get in touch with you by tonight, she’s likely to call the police."
