Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 83: A Foul Mouth Deserves a Beating
Thinking about the relationship between Maya Marshall and Adrian Lancaster, Wren Sutton coldly averted her gaze.
She had no right to stop anyone from visiting the old lady at the hospital, but running into the Marshalls was infuriating. It was like swallowing a fly—utterly disgusting whether it was dead or alive.
Wren Sutton linked arms with her mother and walked inside, ignoring the Marshall mother and daughter.
While they were waiting for the elevator, Maya Marshall entered the inpatient lobby, supported by a maid.
The two families inevitably ran into each other again.
Wren treated the Marshalls like thin air, not even bothering to spare them a sideways glance.
But the Marshalls insisted on crowding closer, standing right next to Wren.
"If I’m not mistaken, this lady must be Professor Morrison from Arden University, right?" Mrs. Marshall broke the silence, her eyes scanning Mrs. Sutton up and down. ’This woman certainly has a refined air about her.’
Mrs. Sutton turned around. Her aura was intellectual and elegant, exuding a scholarly grace that was both gentle and strong.
"You know me."
Mrs. Marshall chuckled. "Professor Morrison, who in Aston doesn’t know of your reputation?"
Though it sounded like a compliment, her tone was unsettling.
Mrs. Sutton was magnanimous and refused to stoop to her level.
"I don’t know you."
With that, she looked away, ignoring the other woman.
Shameless, Mrs. Marshall didn’t take the hint and stayed put.
"Not only do I know you, but I also know your daughter, Wren Sutton."
"..."
Mrs. Sutton frowned. Before she could respond, Mr. Sutton stepped forward to defend his wife and daughter, aiming his words at Mrs. Marshall.
"Who in the world are you? What are you trying to accomplish by saying all this?"
Mrs. Marshall crossed her arms, her posture arrogant and her gaze filled with contempt.
’A man who made his fortune in construction is middle-class at best. He’s not even worthy of polishing my shoes, let alone marrying into the Lancaster family.’
"I’m not trying to do anything. I just want Professor Morrison to know what kind of daughter she raised."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Sutton’s expression turned cold. He warned, "Watch your mouth, or I won’t be so polite."
Mrs. Sutton’s face also grew stern. "Make yourself clear. What about my daughter?"
A vicious glint appeared in Mrs. Marshall’s eyes. She ground out through her teeth, "Wren Sutton is a homewrecker! She stole my daughter’s boyfriend."
"Nonsense," Mrs. Sutton retorted sharply, refusing to believe it.
"My daughter is happily married. How could she possibly steal your daughter’s boyfriend? That’s ridiculous."
Mrs. Marshall was also furious, her face contorted with rage. "Your daughter’s husband *is* my daughter’s boyfriend!"
Mrs. Sutton’s pupils dilated. Her expression was one of shock, as if she had misheard.
"What did you say?"
Just then, Maya Marshall stepped forward, her gaze even more hateful than her mother’s.
"Adrian Lancaster was my boyfriend. We started dating in school, had a stable relationship, and were planning to get married after college. But four years ago, your daughter, Wren Sutton, interfered and caused us to break up."
Hearing this, Mrs. Sutton’s breath hitched. Her breathing became rapid, her face turned pale, and she nearly fainted.
"Impossible. My daughter would never do something like that."
"Why is it impossible? If you don’t believe me, go ask Adrian Lancaster and see what he has to say."
Wren Sutton couldn’t listen anymore. She was worried the shock would be too much for her mother’s health.
She whipped her head around, her icy, sharp gaze fixed on Maya Marshall.
"Maya Marshall, shut your mouth."
"Feeling guilty, are you? Afraid to listen?" Maya showed no sign of backing down, letting out a scornful laugh. "But everything I said is the truth."
Wren said, "When I married Adrian Lancaster, you two had already broken up."
"We broke up *because* of you, and you still won’t admit you were the other woman."
Maya deliberately raised her voice so more people in the inpatient lobby could hear.
Wren was seething with uncontrollable anger, trembling with rage. "Maya Marshall, don’t push your luck. I’ll sue you for slander."
Unfazed, Maya became even more insolent.
"Now I get it. Some things are in your blood; they can’t be changed.
Like mother, like daughter. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree in the Sutton family. Maybe your mother was a mistress who wormed her way into her marriage, and that’s why she gave birth to a little homewrecker like you.
Birds of a feather flock together. One look at you two and it’s clear you’re a pair of vixens, professional husband-stealers..."
Maya was spewing vitriol, but before she could finish, Wren Sutton strode forward. Having reached her limit, she raised her hand and—SMACK!—slapped her hard across the face.
She would not allow anyone to insult her mother.
The five-fingered imprint of a hand appeared on Maya’s face, stinging painfully.
Clutching her face, she flew into a humiliated rage. "You dare hit me!"
Mrs. Marshall was even more furious and utterly mortified. She lunged forward to retaliate for her daughter.
"Wren Sutton, you little bitch!"
With a cold and imposing expression, Mr. Sutton stepped in front of Wren and unceremoniously shoved Mrs. Marshall away.
"I’d like to see anyone try to touch my daughter today."
As his words fell, the elevator doors opened, and Adrian Lancaster walked out. He never expected to see both the Suttons and the Marshalls at the hospital at the same time.
"Adrian."
Mrs. Marshall was the first to recover, calling out to him to get his attention.
Sure enough, Adrian’s gaze fell on Mrs. Marshall and Maya, and he naturally noticed the slap mark on Maya’s face.
"What happened to your face?"
Maya bit her lip, tears of grievance welling in her eyes. She looked utterly pitiful, not saying a single word about how Wren had hit her.
Mrs. Marshall worked herself up, squeezing out a few tears to complete her helpless victim act.
"Maya got slapped by Wren Sutton."
"She has a filthy mouth. She was spouting slander and deserved to be hit," Mr. Sutton defended his daughter without hesitation.
Mrs. Marshall shot him a disgusted look before quickly changing her expression as she turned to Adrian.
"Adrian, don’t listen to his nonsense. You and Maya were childhood sweethearts. Don’t you know what kind of person she is? Maya is just straightforward, she wasn’t insulting anyone, and she got slapped for no reason. You have to stand up for us in this matter, Adrian."
Adrian was getting a headache. He didn’t jump to a conclusion, instead shifting his gaze back to the Suttons.
"...What exactly happened?" He stared at Wren, his expression complicated.
Just yesterday, downstairs from the Suttons’ home, their relationship had finally eased a little. He didn’t want it to fall into a stalemate today.
He wanted to hear her explain the whole story from start to finish—why she had felt the need to hit someone.
"I’m not going to apologize," Wren said defiantly, completely avoiding his question.
Adrian: "..." ’Did I ask her to apologize?’
Wren couldn’t be bothered with him; her thoughts were entirely on her mother.
"Mom, are you okay?"
Mrs. Sutton was struggling to breathe and looked pale, but she didn’t lose her composure, still maintaining the inherent grace of a well-educated woman.
She didn’t question Adrian in front of everyone, nor did she blame him.
Some things could only be discussed behind closed doors.
"I’m fine, Nina. Let’s go home. I’m not in a suitable state to visit a patient today. We can come back another day."
"Okay."
Seeing Wren’s family about to leave, Mrs. Marshall stepped forward to block them.
"You think you can just hit someone and walk away? It’s not that easy."
Wren looked at her with annoyance. "What do you want?"
"An apology."
"I already told you, I am not going to apologize to the Marshalls."
"Then don’t even think about leaving here today." Mrs. Marshall took out her phone. "I’m calling the police."
