It had been two months since I last met Lyle, and right now, he looked disheveled and not as imposing as before. Moreover, perhaps due to his previous injury, his left leg was less agile.
“Well, well, Mr. Smith. Would you like to have dinner together?” Christopher proposed casually.
Although Christopher was merely inviting him out of courtesy, Lyle pretended that he couldn’t tell the connotation and sat beside me right away. Hence, I pursed my lips and glared at him in disdain.
Didn’t Crystal treat him terribly? Why is he still in the mood to show off before me? I believe he’ll have a lot more problems in the future if he doesn’t control his bad temper.
Mary despised husbands who mistreated their wives. Considering that we hadn’t separated back then, she bit her tongue and didn’t comment about it. Now that we got divorced, she lectured Lyle straightforwardly. “Mr. Smith, since you and Ms. Tanner got divorced, I don’t think it is appropriate for you to sit beside her. Otherwise, others might misunderstand you, and it won’t serve Ms. Tanner well. It is all a matter of common sense.”
Unperturbed, Lyle pulled a long face and began criticizing me. “Yvonne, are you that impatient to let everyone know that we got divorced? Besides, why are you meeting Mrs. Ziegler? Are you planning to persuade her to terminate her contract with the Smiths? I’ve never known that you’re such a wicked woman! You’ve betrayed Grandma, who misses you even until today!”
While pursing my lips in dissatisfaction, I felt sorry for Sharon. Also, I could imagine that she was heartbroken many times for having a grandson, who was often confused and acted on impulse.
I could still let it go if he only threw tantrums at Christopher and me. However, he wasn’t qualified to be a CEO as he could not even hold his temper even with Mason and Mary here.
Lyle, Lyle, when will you become more mature? I heaved a sigh and thought to myself.
Although I didn’t refute Lyle’s allegations, Mason couldn’t tolerate it. Hence, he slammed the table and berated, “Mr. Smith, Ms. Tanner persuaded us to keep our contract with your family even though you got divorced. Don’t you feel guilty for speaking ill of her? Regardless of what happened, she was once your wife. How can you be so cruel just because you found someone else?”
Lyle’s expression turned grim upon hearing it. A moment later, he pointed at Mason and said, “Hehe, you’ll surely stick up for Yvonne. After all, she had slept with you in exchange for the contract. You pretend to be lovey-dovey with your wife in public but betray her secretly. What makes you think you have the right to criticize me?”
Lyle paused for a while and continued, “I wonder how many times you guys had slept together? Don’t you dare think that no one realizes it just because you’re good at concealing it! Do you think everyone is an idiot?”
Deep down, I was shocked by his ability to stir up a hornet’s nest.
Meanwhile, all colors drained from Mason’s face once Lyle finished. After glancing at Mary anxiously, he calmed down and yelled, “Young man, you can’t just say whatever you want! When you’re slandering us, have you thought that you’re hurting your ex-wife?”
“Well, you definitely won’t admit it, or else your wife will be mad at you. Nonetheless, I witnessed it by myself.” Lyle stared at Mason ferociously as though he was about to devour Mason.
As I couldn’t bear listening to the nonsense, I interrupted, “If you want to dwell on it, tell us exactly how you witnessed that Mr. Ziegler and I have an affair. Besides, tell us why you acted like nothing happened if you saw it.”
Lyle pointed at me in disdain and snickered. “Well, I’ll make it clear today to show your true colors. Back then, the Ziegler family wasn’t interested in signing a contract with the Smith family. When my grandma knew that you went to see Mr. Ziegler, she asked me to go with you. After all, an ordinary girl might get the short end of the stick in negotiations.
So, I followed you and saw you and Mr. Ziegler entering a hotel room. Are you going to deny it? Besides, you stayed in the room throughout the night, and Mr. Ziegler drove you home the next day. You might wish to think that I wasn’t around, but unfortunately, I hid in my car outside the hotel and saw it with my own eyes.”
