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Skeletons Of The Marital Closet novel Chapter 1122

"It's a good thing you arrived on time. Otherwise, Shawn and his wife would have gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau… it is just a few minutes away." The housekeeper was a little terrified.

"I really don't know what these two people are thinking. They are still talking about divorce! Young people are just outragous!"

The housekeeper replied, "I don't know what happened, it was fine two days ago."

"Are you sure they're fine? Will they be fine someday… This conflict has always been there, and it hasn't been resolved at all."

Although Lucas was old, he was not old-fashioned, and his heart was like a mirror.

The so-called 'father-killing vengeance' doomed Shawn and Gale to indelible pain.

Now, the old wound has not healed, and a new wound has been added!

Lucas sighed and paused, thinking of the scene just now. He found it funny and could not help laughing.

"I'm old, and I just pretended to faint... I've never done this kind of thing in my life. Now, for the sake of the relationship between my son and daughter-in-law, I'm starting to play tricks."

The old man understood that simple interpersonal relationships are the most fundamental for a family.

The death of Alex Wood was the best proof... He died at the hands of his second wife and stepson!

He absolutely would not allow history to repeat itself!

The housekeeper also smiled. "However, your trick has worked. It is impossible for Shawn and his wife to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau again, and they will not mention divorce again for a while."

"That's right. It doesn't matter whether it's a trick or a joke, as long as it works."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Meanwhile, at Wood Group, Gale looked angry. She frowned with no trace of a smile.

When she walked into the jewelry department and was about to press her fingerprints to check in, a voice suddenly sounded from the side.novelebook.com "Why are you here?"

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