My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 11 No Fortune

Sydney sat in Julien’s car and was silent the entire journey.

It did not take long before they arrived at the old Flint residence.

Old Madam Flint lived in the suburbs. She liked the quiet and often prayed. She was also attended by a few maids around her.

From afar, Sydney could hear the sound of the old woman coughing.

"You stand by the door and wait." The Old Madam’s face was pale, and she looked unwell. She spoke to Julien with a cold face before bringing Sydney into the house.

“I didn't expect such a big thing to happen so soon after I left. Syd, you're too impulsive."

Sydney knew that the Old Madam was talking about her divorce from Julien. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She slowly walked forward and held the Old Madam’s slightly cool hand as usual, with a faint smile on her face. "Old Madam, you should be happy for me. I can finally be myself again."

The Old Madam glared reproachfully at Julien, who was standing by the door, and turned her head away in sadness. "Julien is so foolish. How can he let go of such a good woman like you? Now, you’re even being so polite to call me 'Old Madam'.”

Stunned, Sydney felt a warm sensation well up in her eyes. "Grandma."

The Old Madam patted the back of her hand. "Syd, I’ve seen your feelings for Julien all these years. Can you really let go?"

"I have no choice but to let go." Sydney's heart wrenched. What else could she do besides letting go? She has had enough of it all.

The Old Madam held her in her arms and patted her back gently to comfort her. "I don't blame you for divorcing Julien. I knew that this day would come sooner or later. It' is Julien who doesn’t have that privilege."

Sydney leaned into the woman's arms quietly.

In her years in the Flint family, the Old Madam was the only person who expressed goodwill to her.

With the Old Madam sheltering her, Velma and Jayden did not dare to mess around and always had to watch themselves. She had long treated the Old Madam as her family.

Sydney did not regret the divorce, but she was a little regretful that she could not fulfill her filial duty to the Old Madam.

"Syd, I've watched Julien grow up, and I understand his character. If he tries to get you back one day, will

you come back?"

The Old Madam could not bear to let go of such a good granddaughter-in-law and naturally hoped that the two would still be together in the future.

However, Sydney was not naive. She knew that the only person who could soften Julien’s attitude was Lyra, not her.

The corner of Sydney's lips twitched. "But he doesn't like me, Grandma. I should’ve understood that six years ago."

The Old Madam also realized something, and her face grew solemn.

"Grandma, whether or not I'm your granddaughter-inlaw, I'm still the Sydney Raines who respects you." She reached out to brush the hair at the Old Madam’s temples with a smile. "You should be happy and take care of yourself. Don't worry about anything else."

Julien stood outside quietly.

He knew what kind of bond Sydney had with the Old Madam.

Although he did not like Sydney, he could not deny that Sydney was extremely nice to the Old Madam and treated her like her own family.

Even if Velma and Jayden treated her badly, she still took care of them.

When he learned that Lyra’s car accident was Sydney's fault, he felt disgusted. However, he chose to let her go, seeing how she treated the Old Madam with sincerity.

That was his final forgiveness to her.

After a long time, the two people inside the house came out.

"Syd, if you're free, come and visit me often. I'm afraid I don't have many years left to live."

"What nonsense are you saying, Grandma? You'll have a long life. I'll visit you often."

Just then, Julien stepped forward. "I'll send you back."

Sydney declined. "No need. Someone will pick me up." Then, she turned around and walked towards the black Maybach that had arrived long ago.

Julien's gaze sank. It was Luke and that male model.

Somehow, he found the warm picture of the three people talking and laughing an eyesore.

The Old Madam coughed a few times and panted a little. "I'm old now and can't manage your affairs anymore, but Julien... I hope you won't regret this day."

The Old Madam, who had always loved him, was utterly disappointed in him. She did not even want to look at him as she went back in with the help of the maid.

Julien stood at the door alone with a cold face.

Regret it?

Impossible.