Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson
Chapter 267

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Chapter 267 A Father and His Biological Daughter

Imogen and Grace walked into the living room and bumped into Emily head–on.

Emily’s expression was stern, and when her gaze swept past Imogen, she made no secret of her dissatisfaction.

Imogen greeted calmly, “Emily. Grandma.”

“Grandma!” Grace trotted up to Emily, smiling like a flower. “You’re here!”

Emily bent down and kissed Grace’s cheek. “Grace, are you happy that I’m here to pick you up?” Grace was stunned. With an “ah“, she played with both her forefingers and asked, “Are we going back now?”

She didn’t want to go back yet, so what should she do?

Not replaceing any sign of joy on Grace’s face, Emily’s expression suddenly turned gloomy. “Why? You don’t want to go back with me?!”

Grace’s face instantly paled, and she said in a low voice, “No… It’s not… I want to stay here for a few more days…”

Since Emily had returned on Christmas Eve, she naturally wanted to stay in the country for a few days to celebrate Christmas.

However, seeing Grace’s reaction, Emily was so furious that she gave Imogen a sharp look, took Grace’s little hand, and immediately walked outside. “Let’s go! Go back with me now!”

Grace trembled all over. She used all her strength to walk back, but she couldn’t shake her hand away from Emily’s.

“Emily!”

Imogen stepped in front of Emily. “What are you doing? It’s not like Grace won’t go back…”

“How can you still have the nerve to say that? You’re still seducing Troy even though you’re divorced. Do you think I don’t know that he wants to keep Grace here because you can’t give birth? If you’re truly grateful for the Marshall family’s kindness, stay away from Troy!”

Hearing Emily distorting the facts, Imogen’s blood was boiling, and she had to take a deep breath before she could suppress her anger. Just as she was about to say something, Layla stepped forward and pulled Emily over. “Emily! What nonsense are you talking about?!”

Emily shook off Layla’s hand, pointed at Imogen, and chastised, “Did I say something wrong? How did Troy suffer from gastric bleeding some time ago? Wasn’t it because of her? Even though they’re divorced, she still can’t let go of Troy. Troy is kind, and that’s why he can’t see through her tricks!” “We’re celebrating Christmas. Can’t you treat each other peacefully?” Layla scolded.

“Ahh!”

Grace was so frightened that she burst into tears.

Imogen quickly went to hug her.

But a pair of hands suddenly stretched out behind her, carrying Grace into his arms before she could.

Imogen turned around and saw Troy.

He carried Grace in his arms with one hand, gently wiped the tears on her face with the other hand, and coaxed softly, “Grace, don’t cry anymore. With I’m here, you can choose not to go if you

don’t want to. No one can force you.”

Grace buried her small face on Troy’s shoulder, sobbing softly.

Troy patted her back gently with his big hand, looked up at Emily, and said indifferently, “Emily, since you are back, you should celebrate Christmas at home properly. Otherwise, you’d better go back. I think Lyon is more suitable for you.”

Emily looked at Troy in disbelief. “Troy, are you shooing me out? I am your aunt. For the sake of this woman, you…”

“The woman you are talking about is my beloved! I respect you as an elder, but you’re not even willing to maintain a good attitude in these few days, so I can’t tolerate you!” Troy’s face was solemn, and his expression was extremely serious.

Imogen glanced at him expressionlessly.

He let

go of the murderer who had killed his grandfather, saying that he had some difficulties, but he refused to say what they were.

His beloved should be Sarah. He even acquiesced to it.

“Fine!” Emily sneered angrily. “You are on her side now that you don’t even acknowledge me as your aunt anymore!”

She snorted and strode upstairs. When she passed by Imogen, she shot Imogen a disapproving look and said, “For Troy’s sake, I won’t argue with you. But from now on, don’t ever think about getting close to Grace again!”

With that said, she went upstairs.

When her figure had disappeared at the top of the stairs, Layla comforted Imogen and said, “Imogen, don’t listen to her nonsense. She has that kind of temper because I’ve spoiled her too much, and she will make a fuss if she doesn’t get what she wants. She has been like this for so many years.”

“I know, grandma.”

Because Henry and Layla were kind to Imogen, she was willing to endure Emily’s mild insults. They only saw each other once or twice a year anyway.

“Then, can’t I play with Imogen anymore?” Grace said dejectedly. She put her little arms around Troy’s neck and kept staring at Imogen with big red eyes.

“Of course not,” Troy said immediately, “If you want to play with Imogen, you can do so. No one can control you.”

“What should I do if grandma gets angry?”

“Your grandma is just angry for a moment. Besides, I’m here.”

“Okay…” Grace rested his head on Troy’s shoulder, looking very dependent.

Coupled with the similarity in their appearances, they particularly looked like a father and his biological daughter.

Layla looked at the scene in front of her. When she thought of Emily’s attitude, her expression changed, and an impossible thought came to her mind.

Could it be that Grace was truly Troy’s biological daughter?

Emily had lived alone for many years, so why did she suddenly want to adopt a child?

And this child just happened to look so similar to Troy.

Moreover, Grace was a healthy child, but why did her parents abandon her?

How did the single Emily come to adopt such a perfect child?

But Layla also knew that Troy wasn’t someone who would fool around outside. If he was the child’s father, who was the child’s mother?

Or was she overthinking it?

The thoughts in Layla’s mind were like a bunch of messily tangled wires, but her face didn’t betray her emotions.

At noon, everyone ate lunch rather peacefully. Imogen sat with Layla for a while before leaving on the pretext of having something to do.

She drove to the coffee shop she and Erik had agreed on, and Erik was already waiting in a corner. His eyes looked toward the door from time to time, with his heart very nervous, and his hands sticky, as if he was afraid that Imogen would directly sentence him to death.

“Imogen, you are here.”

Imogen sat down across from him.

Seeing Imogen ordering coffee from the waiter leisurely, Erik couldn’t help clenching his fists. As soon as the waiter left, he couldn’t wait to show his worth. “Imogen, I’ve asked my dad about Victor.”

Truthfully, his mind was in a mess that day, and his heart was filled with despair.

Imogen was young, beautiful, and rich. Being divorced was not an issue in this era, and she had greatly helped him.

As for him, he had nothing and always made Imogen worry about him instead.

When something like that happened, Erik couldn’t think of a reason for Imogen not to break up. After returning home, the first thing he did was to ask his father about what Imogen had told him. to ask. In order to get a result, he lied a lot, hoping he could get a result that would be beneficial to Imogen, so that he could at least prove that he was useful.

Imogen was surprised, assuming he wouldn’t be in the mood to ask these days.

“Tell me.”

“My dad said that Victor’s money was indeed borrowed from Jeff. Jeff was my dad’s childhood friend. When my dad was a child, his family had committed a crime, so my dad’s grandparents were imprisoned while he was sent to a relative’s house alone. However, he was then sold to my current grandparents‘ family. Later, my dad accidentally met him when he came to the city to work. Truthfully, I didn’t even know that my dad had been trafficked before. He is old and doesn’t care about it anymore…”

Imogen lowered her eyes. Something dark flashed in her eyes, and she nodded slightly. “I see.“