"Aunt, who are you calling a cheap woman? The woman standing in front of you, the one you're angrily cursing, has a name, her name is Lily Shaw. She is my rightful wife, your niece-in-law, not the cheap woman you're referring to! Aunt, I'm very disappointed in your behavior."
Eldest Young Master Grant's face was very unpleasant, giving the impression that he was a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. He didn't even glance at Lady King as he walked straight past her from behind, reaching out to pull Lily Shaw into his arms.
"Honey, I'm sorry, it's my fault for not taking good care of you." Eldest Young Master Grant's voice was very gentle, his warm fingertips stroked Lily Shaw's face, marked by a red handprint, with extreme distress.
He couldn't bear to say a harsh word to her, yet she was slapped hard by the aunt he specifically invited. His heart was filled with guilt.
