My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 1120 Angle for Sympathy

"You should!" Felicia exclaimed, clapping her hands in agreement.

She looked at the Old Madam, asking, "So, what's your plan? Do you want to meet Mr. McDaniel?"

"Since they're already here, why not?" the Old Madam replied, lifting the covers. "Besides, I don't have much time left. He wants to use me as a pawn. If I don't see him and take revenge, who knows when I'll get another chance?"

"What are you talking about?" Felicia helped her out of bed, sounding displeased. "You will live long enough to see Mr. Julien and Ms. Raines remarry. You can even hold your great-grandson. Maybe you'll even attend Mr. Jayden's wedding. By the way, he'll be back soon. He's close to the finals, right?"

The Old Madam chuckled. "That kid has been gone for several months, and I really miss him."

"In that case, should I give him a call tomorrow? When he comes back, he can visit you immediately," Felicia suggested, helping the Old Madam put on her coat.

The Old Madam waved her hand. "No need. If you ask Jayden to come straight over when he returns, Velma might be jealous and blame me for not allowing them to meet. I don't want to deal with that. Besides, Jayden will come to see me sooner or later, so there is no need to urge him to come."

"I see." Felicia nodded but grumbled, "Speaking of which, Velma has been married for many years, yet she hasn't improved herself at all. Back then, you hired many tutors to teach her social etiquette and all kinds of skills, hoping she would improve. But instead, she gave those teachers headaches. It was unbelievable."

"Forget it. It's all in the past. Fortunately, Velma is afraid of Julien. I'm not worried that she'll cause trouble once I'm gone. Besides, Syd is no longer the woman she used to be. Perhaps Velma will end up in her hands one day," said the Old Madam, putting on the final piece of clothing.

Felicia smiled. "You're right." This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"Let's go and meet the old man," the Old Madam said, taking the cane that Felicia handed over.

Felicia hummed in consent and helped her walk toward the door.

The door opened once again, and the guard was still standing outside.

At the sight of them, the guard quickly bowed. "Madam."

The Old Madam nodded. "Go and invite Mr. McDaniel to the main hall. I'll meet him there."

"Yes, ma'am." The guard nodded and left with the order.

Felicia accompanied Old Madam Flint out of the room and headed toward the main hall.

On the way, Felicia suddenly remembered something and asked, "Madam, should we tell Mr. Julien about Mr. McDaniel's visit? I don't think he knows anything about it."

"It's okay. If you tell him, he will be worried and come over immediately. It's not safe to drive at night. Besides, do you think Mr. McDaniel would dare to do anything to me?"

"He wouldn't dare to." Felicia shook her head without hesitation.

"Yeah."

At the same time, at the entrance of the old residence.

The winter was harsher in Port City than in other cities. At night, the wind would blow, and it was freezing.

Clay and his father trembled in the cold, huddling together and longing to bury their heads inside their coats.

"Dad, why don't we wait in the car? It's much warmer with the heater on," Clay suggested, looking at the car parked across the street, clearly puzzled.

And he felt jealous.

Of whom? His driver, of course.

While they were suffering in the cold wind, the driver stayed in the warm car.

Perhaps the driver was laughing at them for their stupidity.

Mr. McDaniel glanced at the car and rubbed his hands. "Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? However, we came over to ask a favor, and by standing in the cold, we can show our sincerity."

"I see. You mean we should angle for sympathy." Clay leaned closer to his father.

Mr. McDaniel didn't say anything. It was acquiescence.

He indeed wanted to use the trick of appealing to pathos.

The Old Madam might go soft when she saw them waiting in the cold for so long.

"Brilliant idea!" Clay praised, giving his father a thumbs up.

Mr. McDaniel glanced at him and said, "Enough with the flattery. Stand properly and stop talking. We don't want anyone overhearing us when they come out."

"Oh." Clay cringed and moved back.

However, it didn't take long for him to lean over again. "The security guard has been inside for so long. Why still hasn't he come out? Maybe the Old Madam doesn't want to see us. She couldn't turn them down directly, so she chose to ignore us."

Mr. McDaniel was stunned. That was possible.

As his father remained silent, Clay's heart skipped a beat. "Oh, Dad, do you also think it's possible?"

"If the Old Madam knows about what happened online, then it's possible," Mr. McDaniel said uncertainly.

Clay lost his cool. "If that's the case, we came here and suffered in the cold for nothing, didn't we?

Mr. McDaniel's face twitched. He was about to say something when the door to the guard room opened. The security guard came out and approached them.

Mr. McDaniel tugged at his son's clothes. "Quiet! Someone is coming."

Clay quickly composed his expression. He stood properly and refrained from grumbling.

"Mr. McDaniel." The security guard came over and said, "The Old Madam agrees to see you. Please follow me."

The security guard gestured for them to follow him.

Clay exchanged a look with his father, seeing relief in each other's eyes.

Fortunately, the Old Madam was willing to see them. It meant she didn't care too much about the matter online.

With that in mind, Mr. McDaniel and Clay were more reassured about meeting with the Old Madam.

This was Clay's first time visiting the old residence of the Flint family.

It was a typical garden-style architecture, and it was huge.

He had never seen such a large mansion before. He had only heard of them. The largest mansion he had seen before consisted of only five courtyards.

But this one consisted of more than ten courtyards.

While walking, he kept looking around like a bumkin and nothing like the president of a company.

Not only him, but even his father was secretly surveying the place.

Mr. McDaniel was just more reserved than his son.

As a matter of fact, he had been here twice, thus not as surprised as his son.

But this place was rather breathtaking that he was still impressed.

"This place is magnificent and beautiful," Clay whispered to his father, following behind the security guard.