Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 190: My Brother Isn’t Dead, He Must Still Be Alive
Ms. Dawson was visibly taken aback. She hadn’t expected someone as young as Wren Sutton to have such a powerful presence when her expression turned cold.
Honestly, she had been intimidated for a moment. But once she snapped out of it, she grew even more furious, unwilling to be bested by her.
"You’ve got some nerve. Threatening to take me to court? Who do you think you are?"
Wren Sutton remained composed. "The law, of course. It grants me that right."
Ms. Dawson was nearly at a loss for words, her face twisting in anger.
"You know full well what you’ve done. If you and Spencer Sawyer were really innocent, why would he have written ’Wren Sutton, I like you’ on a piece of paper and hidden it in the cover of a book? The paper was yellowed, which means he must have written it a long time ago. And you still dare to say nothing was going on between you two?!"
At these words, Wren Sutton’s eyelashes trembled, and for a moment, she was lost in a daze.
She had never known about any letter, much less that Spencer Sawyer had liked her all those years ago.
’How is that possible?’
She remembered Spencer Sawyer having a girlfriend in college. She’d heard the girl was a top student too, and that they had a great relationship.
Ms. Dawson couldn’t stand Wren Sutton’s seemingly hypocritical act.
"Stop pretending. You’re clearly gloating on the inside."
"But have you ever considered how my daughter felt when she saw that letter, those words?"
"If you were in her shoes, wouldn’t you be filled with hatred?"
Wren Sutton finally understood the source of Ms. Dawson’s aggressive confidence.
All because of that one note, that one sentence, she had decided that Wren’s relationship with Spencer Sawyer was improper.
She took a deep breath and spoke calmly. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was incredibly firm.
"I understand your pain as a mother who loves her daughter, but that doesn’t give you the right to slander me. I will say this one more time, formally: Spencer Sawyer and I were just classmates. We never crossed any lines. My children are my husband’s, and they have nothing to do with any other man."
But Ms. Dawson couldn’t calm down. Her chest heaved, her breathing was heavy, and she refused to believe a word Wren said.
"And why should I believe you?"
Just as the accusatory words left her mouth, the door to the sitting room was pushed open.
"Because Wren Sutton is the Young Mrs. Lancaster."
Old Mrs. Lancaster walked in slowly, supported by her granddaughter, Lucia Lancaster.
The old woman leaned on a rosewood cane, her silver hair styled immaculately. A dark green cheongsam accentuated her elegant and imposing aura.
She didn’t even deign to glance at Ms. Dawson, her eyes landing directly on Wren Sutton with undisguised concern.
"Wren, my dear granddaughter-in-law. It’s a good thing Grandma is here. Are you all right? You didn’t get too upset, did you?"
"Grandma, I’m fine. Please, have a seat." Wren Sutton stood up, preparing to help the old woman sit down.
Lucia Lancaster quickly said, "Sister-in-law, please, you sit down. You need to rest more during your confinement. I can help Grandma."
The two exchanged a smile, their close bond evident.
At first, Ms. Dawson didn’t think much of it, assuming the old woman was just the matriarch of some ordinary family with the surname Lancaster.
She felt no reverence, even letting out a cold sneer, her eyes full of contempt.
’The more common they are, the more they love to put on airs. ’Young Mrs. Lancaster’... How ridiculous.’
"Ma’am, you’d better open your eyes and not be fooled by your granddaughter-in-law. You clearly don’t know what kind of person she really is."
Lucia Lancaster stepped forward to defend Wren Sutton, unleashing a verbal tirade on Ms. Dawson without holding back.
"It’s not your place to comment on my sister-in-law’s character. Watch your mouth. If I hear one more slanderous word about her, I’ll make sure you don’t walk out of this post-partum center today. I’m not kidding."
Ms. Dawson glared at her. "You little brat, you dare to threaten me? Do you have any idea who I am?"
Lucia Lancaster was dismissive, looking down on her with a cold, detached air.
"I have no interest in who you are. But I am interested in making sure you know who I am."
Ms. Dawson started, "You’re just from some no-name family—"
Lucia Lancaster cut her off coldly. "I am the third young lady of the Lancaster family. My father is Theodore Lancaster, my mother is Claire Sterling. My eldest brother is Adrian Lancaster, and my second brother is Julian Lancaster. Wren Sutton is my eldest brother’s lawfully wedded wife, the first Young Mrs. of the Lancaster family."
"My sister-in-law is of high standing. Why would she ever be interested in your son-in-law? Stop flattering yourself. People would laugh if they heard such a thing."
Hearing this, Ms. Dawson froze, the blood in her veins turning to ice.
The Lancaster family!!!
She had never met any of the Lancasters, but she had heard countless stories of their prominence.
Their power was immense, their wealth rivaled nations. They were a true top-tier family, the absolute pinnacle of society.
Even the Sutton and Sawyer families combined couldn’t hope to challenge them. They weren’t even in the same league.
"Old... Old Mrs. Lancaster?" Ms. Dawson’s gaze shifted nervously to the matriarch, her voice instantly losing all its bravado, leaving only incredulous shock.
"I’m so sorry, I... I didn’t recognize you when you came in."
Old Mrs. Lancaster replied, "My granddaughter is right. Why would my granddaughter-in-law ever be interested in your son-in-law? The confidence you have is truly laughable."
The color drained from Ms. Dawson’s face, turning from red to white, then to a sickly green. She was so embarrassed she wished the ground would swallow her whole.
She never would have imagined that Wren Sutton’s status was so high.
Seeing how protectively the Lancasters treated Wren Sutton, Ms. Dawson finally realized what a grave mistake she had made.
"I... I didn’t know she was the Young Mrs. Lancaster." Ms. Dawson forced the words out, her voice raspy. "I only heard that Mrs. Lancaster was college classmates with my son-in-law, Spencer Sawyer..."
"I must have been mistaken. I’ll leave now and not disturb Mrs. Lancaster’s rest."
Guilt-ridden, Ms. Dawson stood up to leave.
But Old Mrs. Lancaster raised a hand to stop her. "Since you’re here, let’s get things straight. My granddaughter-in-law will not be slandered for no reason."
"Lucia, contact your father. Have him ask the Sawyer family if they have some problem with us, the Lancasters, that they’d send this woman to a post-partum center to cause trouble."
The moment she heard they were going to contact the Sawyer family, Ms. Dawson’s legs went weak. She immediately started begging, her attitude servile—a complete transformation from when she had first arrived.
"Old Mrs. Lancaster, it was my mistake. I was confused, I spoke recklessly without understanding the situation."
"I apologize to Young Mrs. Lancaster. Please, I beg you, don’t involve the Sawyer family."
Wren Sutton watched Ms. Dawson, who had been so imperious just moments before, now bowing and scraping, and she felt a mix of emotions.
’A parent’s love can make them do foolish things.’
’There was a reason for her actions. Any mother who saw that note, those words, would want to seek justice for her own daughter.’
She spoke softly, "Grandma, since it was a misunderstanding, let’s just drop it. Let her go."
Old Mrs. Lancaster glanced at Wren Sutton, her gaze softening slightly. She knew Wren was kind-hearted and benevolent, not one to hold a grudge.
She sighed internally, and when she turned back to Ms. Dawson, her eyes were once again sharp and cold.
"For the sake of my granddaughter-in-law, who has pleaded on your behalf, we will let this matter go for today. But you will remember this: Wren Sutton is the acknowledged Young Mrs. of the Lancaster family. If I ever hear any more rumors from you in the future, the Lancasters will not be so forgiving."
Ms. Dawson hastily promised, "Old Mrs. Lancaster, rest assured, I will never disturb Mrs. Lancaster again. You and Mrs. Lancaster are magnanimous, and I am eternally grateful."
The old woman’s expression was grave. "Go on. And don’t let me see you again."
Ms. Dawson fled in a panic, stumbling away in her high heels, cutting a pathetic figure as she left.
The post-partum center returned to its usual quiet.
The Lancasters returned to the VIP suite.
The old woman lovingly patted Wren Sutton’s hand. "Silly child, why didn’t you call me when you were being wronged?"
Lucia Lancaster also leaned in, her tone full of sympathy. "Sister-in-law, if anything like this happens again, you have to tell us immediately. Your status as the Young Mrs. Lancaster is your strength." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Wren Sutton looked at the old woman and the young woman who were so genuinely defending her, and her eyes grew warm.
"Grandma, Lucia, thank you."
"We’re family, there’s no need for thanks. If anyone should be thanking anyone, it’s the Lancasters thanking you for giving our family such an adorable pair of babies. If Adrian knew, he would be so happy."
At the mention of the children, Old Mrs. Lancaster couldn’t help but bring up Adrian Lancaster, her heart aching as tears welled in her eyes.
Lucia Lancaster’s eyes also reddened with sorrow as she comforted her grandmother.
"Grandma, they still haven’t found my brother’s body. That means he isn’t dead. He must still be alive."
Wren Sutton’s eyelids trembled, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an iron fist.
’Is Adrian Lancaster really still alive?’
