Sweet Divorce

Chapter 187 His Rita is Perfect

As the two were in the heat of the moment, the phone rang out again.

And the caller was none other than her father Noah.

Rita stared at the screen for several seconds, then finally picked up the phone, saying with a sweet “hello”, “Early for you to be calling, Dad, what is it?”

As she spoke, she leant her soft body back against the man’s embrace, letting him support her entire being.

Liam hugged the woman in his arms to him lightly, willingly acting as her pillow.

“It’s your mother’s birthday, Rita. If you’re free, why don’t you come over for a meal to celebrate?”

Hearing her father’s cautious question over the line, Rita’s heart sank. A bad feeling started roiling in her gut.

Ever since she’d been old enough to know things, her mother had been at odds with Amelia. Add to that the fact that her father was too much of a good son to disobey her grandmother, her mother Zoe hadn’t really celebrated her birthday every year.

So what was it with this year?

Rita’s brow knotted, and her voice cooled. “It’s Grandma’s idea to celebrate Mom’s birthday, right?”

“…” On the other end of the line, Noah lapsed into silence.

Even though he hadn’t answered, Rita understood that she’d guessed things correctly.

Seems like Amelia still wasn’t giving up over Charlotte.

Considering that she might refuse to meet, the old woman was probably thinking of using her mother’s birthday as an excuse to lure her up.

She had to say that Amelia’s plan was clever.

But because of the lengths Amelia was going to for Charlotte, Rita felt a chill run down her spine, and the sense that maybe it really was as Michael said – she wasn’t part of the Brown bloodline.

Otherwise, why would two granddaughters be treated so differently?

“If you’re not free tonight, Rita, then don’t come over. I’ll deal with your grandmother.” Noah smiled and took on all the responsibility himself, wanting to save Rita the trouble.

“I’m free.” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Unexpectedly, Rita agreed readily.

Noah blinked, confused.

Rita agreed?!

From everything that Charlotte had done in the past, he’d expected Rita to outright refuse.

But she’d agreed.

Noah wasn’t the only one shocked. Even Liam’s black pupils registered surprise. His gaze swept over the woman in his arms. Was there some reason she was showing up knowing full well what Amelia was planning?

Noah froze for a few seconds before recovering his wits, overjoyed. “Since… since you’re free, I’ll have the kitchens make your favorite dishes.”

“Sure.”

Because of the call, Rita’s mood plummeted, and the smile on her face froze solid.

She didn’t speak. Sensibly, Liam stood behind her without a making a noise.

Time passed, and Rita forgot he was at her back.

She gathered her wits and turned around and rammed headfirst into his chest.

Liam steadied her instinctively, the heartache and worry in his eyes almost spilling out. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” Snuggling into his embrace, feeling his love and care, Rita’s own eyes grew rimmed with red, no longer capable of suppressing the bitterness and resentment she’d been keeping down for so long. “Charlotte broke my legs, almost got Dad and Grandma killed in a car accident, so why… why is Grandma still so protective of her, going so far as to beg me on her knees to let it go? Am I just too bad of a person, bad enough for Grandma to favor Charlotte over me? Do I not matter to her? Is it just that I… mph!”

She’d wanted to say something else, but the man’s mouth sealed her lips.

Achingly, Liam kissed away the tears at her cheeks drop by drop, then wrapped her in his arms, his voice slow and firm. “None of that. My Rita is great, perfect, perfect all around! Whoever doesn’t like you is just blind.”

Hearing how protective and suave he was being, Rita’s heart warmed, as if a soothing current had washed past. Her bitterness, arising from the favoritism Amelia displayed towards Charlotte, faded by a large chunk.

She raised her head at the man standing above her, her teary eyes turning back upwards.

Such a cold person had said the soppy lines he wasn’t much good at for her.

It was raw and honest, but all the more moving for it.”

“I’ll come home with you tonight.” Seeing her mood improve, Liam loosened his hug and went back on topic.

She jolted, then giggled, “What, are you afraid I’ll get bullied?” She wasn’t the soft target from before. They’d see who got pinched this time around.

“No.”

The man denied, and Rita jolted again. “Then what?”

“I’m just there to support my wife.” And to clear off the scales from Amelia’s eyes.

“I can deal with this on my own, it’s peanuts. No need for you to get personally involved.”

Although she knew he meant it out of the goodness of his heart, Rita still refused, smiling.

Only, despite her refusal, Liam followed her to the Brown household all the same that night.

Outside the Brown mansion.

“Let’s go.” Liam bent his elbow, meaning for her to take it.

Rita glanced at the man’s arm and licked her lips. “Are you really coming in with me?”

“Of course.” Couldn’t stand by and let a certain person go blind.

“Fine.” Rita gave way all the same. “But I’ll say it now, when we’re inside, just watch from the side. I’ll deal with Brown family business on my own.”

“…alright.”

Seeing the man agree, Rita took his arm and want into the yard.

Hearing the car, Amelia came out to greet her, overjoyed, but seeing Liam at Rita’s side, her gut throbbed with a bad feeling.

Liam Wilson was here too?

This man’s mood was impossible to predict. Amelia was getting worried – if she touched a nerve of his while making her case for Charlotte, the already precarious position of the Brown Group would end up in disaster.

Worries aside, thinking of Charlotte’s poor, skinny state a few days ago, the old woman’s wavering heart stilled with determination.

If the Brown heir was gone, what use was there to stick to a crumbling Brown group?

The most important thing was still to get Charlotte out of prison.

If she couldn’t say it in front of Liam, then she’d just have to find some opportunity to talk in private with Rita.

With her mind made up, Amelia’s smile grew more natural. “Liam’s back, Rita? Come on inside, let’s have a sit-down.”

Rita remained cool as water towards Amelia’s treatment.

She knew she was only being treated like this because Amelia was desperate to save Charlotte.

Which only proved how high Charlotte placed in Amelia’s heart.

Contrasted with how merciless Amelia had been with her those years ago, Rita’s chest felt like it was being stuffed full of stones and weighed down. “Fine.”

With a single reply, Rita took Liam’s arm and walked into the living room.

Maybe it was the wind, but she clearly felt the chandelier above her head sway a couple times.

Her footsteps halted, and just as she was going to look up to see what’s what, the several-hundred- pound chandelier hanging above her head suddenly dropped.

“!!!”