Evan Palmer still sat casually in the main seat of the living room sofa, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing the rim of the teacup, looking every bit like the master of the house.
Mrs. Carter saw this posture and immediately felt a rush of anger, her chest heaving slightly as she stepped forward and said coldly, "Who invited you here? You're not welcome."
"Don't be so fiery."
Evan Palmer leisurely raised his eyes, spread his hands, and spoke with a feigned concern,
"I heard you ran into some trouble today, so I specially came by to check on you and the child."
Though he said this, there was not a hint of worry in his eyes. The couple's divorce case had been dragging on for years without a result, mainly because the Carter Family's old lady was protecting Evan Palmer, making it impossible for Mrs. Carter to get a smooth divorce.
"Stop pretending to cry for mercy like a cat that cries for a mouse!"
