Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant novel Chapter 9

“When I was fourteen, there was an incident at home, and my granny was sick. We didn’t have the money to cure her, so I went and stole from a rich merchant and saved my grandmother. I really had done wrong, and I have paid heavily for it, but I never regret it. If I had to make the same choice, I’d still go to steal from that merchant to save my grandmother. That’s all I can say.”

With that, she left the room with her head held high.

The reporters were all moved by her honesty and candor.

This was a real-life ugly duckling story.

The mysterious wife of the head of the Empire Group might not have been through higher education, but she had surpassing talent and exceptional willpower, pursuing art ceaselessly, already an artist at so young an age.

Her talent notwithstanding, she was also such a brave and sweet girl, willing to face up to her spotted past, both responsible and confident, a noble soul indeed.

To the media who wanted to get in the Empire Group’s good books, there was enough material for them to write up a full rainbow of praise.

Meanwhile, Matthew’s bodyguards had taken the opportunity to escort Kylie out of the room, in case she had any more stunning revelations.

Going back to the lounge, Blanca kicked her feet out of the painful restrictions of the high heels, then glared at Matthew. “I do have a criminal record. So when would you divorce me?”

With that, she took out the million-dollar check and tore it to shreds before him.

“Now you don’t want the money?”

“Yes. I was misdiagnosed before, I thought I had cancer and I didn’t have the money for the treatment, which is why I asked for it from you. I’m healthy now, so I don’t need your money.”

It was true that she’d been poor and she stole. But she had her dignity, and she didn’t want to get treated as just some greedy scullion.

“So you did steal the pendant?”

Blanca laughed out loud. Now she could say she’d experienced the arrogance and prejudice of the upper class.

“So what if I did, so what if I didn’t?” Her eyes were red as she spat, “Since you’re already convinced that I’m a thief, does it make a difference what I say?”