Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson

Chapter 219

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Chapter 219 I Only Love Imogen

Troy threw his cell phone to his side and gently patted Grace on the shoulder. “Grace, it’s okay…” Grace sobbed in Troy’s arms.

Troy didn’t know how to comfort her, so he kept patting her back. He pulled two tissues from the table and tenderly handed them to her, waiting for her to calm down slowly.

Grace wiped her eyes as she did so, but still couldn’t stop crying.

“Grace, you can play with anyone you like, okay? You don’t have to listen to Emily.”

Grace leaned against Troy’s shoulder, her eyes filled with tears and teardrops still hanging from her eyelashes. Her voice was still a little choked. “Troy, why doesn’t Emily like Imogen?”

Troy looked somber. He had thought about that, too.

Since Imogen came to the Marshall family, Emily had not been friendly to her.

She just treated Imogen like air at first.

Later, after Grandpa announced his marriage to Imogen, Emily was fiercely against it. She even went back to Henry to ask him about it, and she should also have approached Imogen privately. After getting no answers from either of them, Emily found Troy and firmly asked him to refuse the marriage.

It was only when Troy said that he didn’t want to disobey his Grandpa, but he would divorce Imogen in the future that she was barely quiet.

From the beginning, the reason Emily gave was that Imogen came from a bad background, and Troy deserved better.

It just wouldn’t be necessary to say it to Grace.

Grace looked up at Troy suspiciously as if she didn’t understand something.

Troy looked at Grace’s face and changed the subject. “Grace, would you like to stay in New York City and go to school here? I will take care of you from now on.”

“I…” Grace pursed her lips and lowered her head.

Troy smiled. “Let’s skip that topic for now. Never mind what Emily said. Since you’re here now, you’ll do as I say and play wherever and with anyone you want.”

He understood Grace’s hesitation well.

Emily had raised her from a young age. Even though she wasn’t Grace’s Mom, their bond couldn’t be cut as easily as Troy’s was to his grandparents.

Grace agreed in a low voice, “Okay.”

“Then,” Troy picked up the tiger doll and tucked it into Grace’s arms. “Let’s go to bed. Are playing with Imogen tomorrow?”

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Grace shook her head in silence.

“Why? Because of what Emily said?”

Grace lowered her head and played with her fingers. “I don’t want Emily to get angry.”

As if she was afraid Troy would get angry, she wrapped her arms around Troy’s neck. “I only hve Emily now, and she’s good to me. I don’t want to make her upset.”

to restrain and condescend yourself for Emily.

“Besides, Emily’s just scaring you. She won’t really get mad. If Emily does get mad at you, you’ll just

go

tell your great–grandma, and she will criticize Emily!”

“Really? Your great–grandma will back me up? Like how Eric’s Mom scolded him?”

“Well, your great–grandma will scold her!”

Grace couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Emily being counted out by her great–grandma as if she were a child.

“Are you happy now?”

“Yes.” Grace’s head rubbed against Troy’s shoulder like a kitten. “Troy, you’re so nice.”

At that moment, Emily’s call came back.

Troy directly hung up and carried Grace upstairs.

After Grace was asleep, Troy came out of the room, gently closed the door, walked downstairs to the living room, and dialed a phone call over to Emily.

When the call was answered, Emily’s voice had calmed down, and she asked, “Is Grace asleep?” “Yes,” Troy answered.

Emily sighed, helpless in her voice. “Troy, I’m doing this for your good. Why are you being so stubborn?”

“I’m no longer married to anyone but Imogen. You don’t have to say anything. I called you back to discuss Grace.”

Emily’s voice dripped with annoyance. “I think you’ve really had your soul taken away by Imogen! Don’t think that I don’t know that Imogen is infertile. You just want to keep Grace there so that she can be Imogen’s daughter! Listen, I’ll never agree with this matter!”

Troy’s eyes were getting cold. “How do you know?”

“She…” Emily blurted out, wanting to say something but holding back. “After you said that day that she had a miscarriage, I asked someone to go to the hospital to check. It’s because she can’t give birth to another child that I’m firmly opposed to you getting remarried to her. Think about it. Do you really intend to live your whole life without your own biological child?”

“Yes, I only love Imogen!” Troy said decisively.

“Emily, I’ve already planned to let Grace make her own choice when her vacation is over. I’ll send her back if she wants to. And if she’s willing to stay at home, I won’t bother you anymore in the future.”

“You…” Emily was outraged. “Don’t you realize she can’t get pregnant again if she has lost a child? You’re just going to do it for such a woman whose body has probably gotten so bad…”

“Emily!”

Troy shouted out angrily, “As my elder, I have great respect for you, but that doesn’t mean I allow you to insult Imogen as you please. Grace will stay with me in the future. If she’s around someone like

you who resents the poor and doesn’t know right from wrong, I’m afraid this won’t be conducive to her growth!”

“Troy! You…”

Without waiting for Emily to speak, Troy directly hung up the phone.

Emily called again, and he refused to answer.

Chapter 219 I Only Love Imogen

Emily called one after another, and Troy directly turned off the sound of his cell phone and snapped it on the table.

Grace didn’t call Imogen again for the next two days.

Imogen was also very comfortable wandering around New York City, taking pictures as she went along.

When she got home, she picked out the photos she was satisfied with and posted them online. She received many favorable comments from netizens, most of whom were from the herd mentality. A few people were seriously describing the scenery in the photos.

Imogen casually flipped through and exited Instagram just in time to see Alex send her a message.

It was a link.

Alex followed up with another one and said: [Imogen, check this out. I suggest you take part in it.] Imogen didn’t reply right away. She clicked on the link and jumped to an Instagram.

The Instagram account is called Mountain and River International Photography Competition. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

This account was officially verified.

The entire Instagram content was probably about the launch of the new Mountain and River International Photography Competition, and photography enthusiasts are welcome to apply. It also introduced the time of collection of works, classification of works, rules of the contest, awards and judges and guests, and so on.

Alex: [This photography competition is very popular. You don’t have to care whether you can win or not. The emphasis is on participation.]

Imogen: [Okay. I’ll take a closer look.]

In fact, she had already decided in her heart that she wanted to participate.

She had nothing to do anyway, so it would be good to participate in some photography contests. On Friday night, Troy called Imogen.

Imogen picked up, and Grace’s childish voice was on the other end of the phone. “Imogen, don’t forget to pick me up tomorrow!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll remember!”