Sweet Divorce

It Was My Wife’s Idea

“Rita, come to grandma.” Amelia waved to Rita again.

Rita stepped forwards and greeted her sweetly, “Grandma!”

“Yes, my good girl.”

Amelia's face was full of laughter. It seemed that she was being hearty gradually.

Amelia was not weak like she supposed to be after fainting with her ruddy face and clear eyes. Rita was sure that Amelia was pretending to be ill.

At this time, her hands were grabbed by the warm ones.

"Rita, I have been strict with myself all my life. I just have high hopes for you and Charlotte since you were kids. Naturally, I was so strict with you, either. Sometimes I even do things unkindly." After a pause, Amelia continued hoarsely, "My kid, I am so sorry that you have been suffered in recent years."

Amelia attributed all her faults to her high expectations, which made Rita couldn't even find a point to refute.

Obviously, the older, the wiser.

She made all Rita's hardship in Brown family in these years be out of goodwill by a few words.

However, there was one thing that Rita agreed with.

That was indeed Amelia was strict with herself and assertive.

In Brown family, everyone must listen to her, and few people held any objection.

Now, she spoke to Rita in such a soft tone which showed enough respect for her feelings.

"Grandma, I can understand how you feel when you want to see our success." Rita replied politely.

Although her response was very official and simple, Amelia laughed and even praised her, "My granddaughter has grown up and can understand my effort."

Suddenly, Amelia caught a bad cough.

Rita bent over, patted her back gently, and said, "Grandma, you woke up just now, don't bother too much. Lie down and have a rest. When you completely recover, I'll chat with you whenever you want."

“Alas!”

Amelia gave a long sigh, "With those idle clothes not sold, I'm too worried to sleep."

Hearing this, Rita didn’t give a response.

She felt strange since receiving the phone call to hear that Amelia fainted. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

With all the things she did just now, Rita felt that Amelia was more like pretending to be ill, but she didn't know why she did this.

However, now it made sense.

It turned out that Amelia secretly planned to let her solve the problem.

"Mom, you need to recover your body. You must have a rest." while Rita did not speak, her filial father in order to let Amelia relieved, foolishly got in the trick, patted his chest and promised, "It's just only a clothing business problem. I swear, I will deal with it for you!"

“I’m afraid that it’s hard for you to deal with so many clothes, Noah.”

"Mom, Charlotte didn't get the first place in the design competition, but Rita did! We are all Brown family members. It's the same! Let's just do as we planned before."

What Noah just said was exactly what Amelia was up to.

Amelia turned her face to Rita and asked in expectation, “Will you help us, Rita?”

For the first time, Amelia was so kind to ask for her opinion.

It was not easy for Amelia, Rita thought.

The thing was, for the usage of jewelry to promote off-season clothing, Rita did not agree.

"Rita, what are you doing? Say yes to grandma!"

Seeing that Rita didn't answer, Noah gently pushed her.

When Rita has recovered from her thought, she found that everyone was waiting for her answer in great expectation.

All of them was hoping that she could save the Brown family.

However, she felt a bit of a dilemma and said, “Grandma, we have to reconsider the plan.”

Amelia was surprised by what she said, and obviously looked a little unhappy.

Being afraid of hurting the feelings of each other, Amelia squeezed out a smile and said, "Well, of course you can rethink about it. I understand."

"Mom, don't give your hope to an outsider!" At this time, Mason, who had been eavesdropping outside, came in with a lot of gifts.

He glared at Rita fiercely, then flattered to Amelia, "Mom, I can deal with this matter with Charlotte."

"Grandma, please give me another chance." Charlotte, who followed in, begged.

“Well...”

Amelia frowned with hesitation.

Although she was angry that what Charlotte did had humiliated the reputation of the Brown family this time, but if Rita didn't help, Charlotte was really the only person they could count on.

At the same time, Amelia was afraid that Charlotte's bad reputation would affect them again.

Rita completely understood what Amelia was worrying.

She also knew that if she did not compromise, even if she won the competition, she would lose the favor of the people in the end, but She really didn't want her carefully designed works to be used so casually.

It would be hard for her to build her own brand.

"Grandma, I swear that this time, I will desperately help our family and sell all of these clothes! I won't let our family lose all we have." When Amelia was hesitating, Charlotte knelt down in front of her.

Charlotte’s word almost convinced Amelia.

It seemed that Amelia was about to agree her plan.

Seeing this, Rita clenched her fists.

She pursed her lips and tried hard to figure out a method that would not destroy her works excessively but also solve the problem of the Brown family. However, the more anxious she was, the more her mind went blank and she could not think anything.

Suddenly, a warm, big hand held her fist.

Feeling the warmth, Rita turned around and saw Liam who came and stood beside her.

He opened his pretty mouth and said with great confidence, "Miss Brown, the Wilson family will solve the matter of clothing in the Brown family!"

His tone was calm but powerful. What he said shocked all the people in the room.

Rita was astonished, too.

She looked at the handsome man in front of her and her brain was totally blank.

She remembered he didn’t want to take part in this matter, so, she wondered why he changed his mind.

“Liam, do you really want to help us?” Amelia asked the question that everyone here was curious about.

Rita blinked and looked at Liam, waiting for his answer. Suddenly, she was pulled in his arms. The distance between them was so close that her lips seemed to touch his skin if one centimeter further forward.

Instantly, she was in a panic.

She felt her heart beating so fast that she couldn’t ignore it and keep calm.

However, the more easily he affected her emotion, the more irritable she was.

She pinched herself with her hand, as if only pain could stop her vigorous heartbeat.

Sure enough, she calmed down rapidly.

At this time, Liam turned his head sideways, looked at her and said, "Don't misunderstand, it is my wife's idea."

Rita was surprised by his words.

What did he mean?

How it became her idea?