Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 202

“Ahh!”

Rose fell heavily to the floor, skinning her elbow.

Pain raced up her arm and she sucked in a breath, a sinister rage lighting up in her breast.

But as intense at it was, she didn’t dare speak out.

After all, the man who’d kicked were was the famous Liam Wilson.

She didn’t even dare offend the name.

Much less the man.

“Rose!” Seeing her fall, Mason couldn’t help but glare at Liam. “Don’t you think you’re going too far, Wilson?!”

Seeing Mason be so protective of her, Rose jolted.

She hadn’t thought that such a useless man would dare offend authority to keep her safe. She felt a sway of emotion.

“I’m going too far?!”

Liam narrowed his eyes, cold gaze sweeping Rose on the ground and then falling on Mason.

As if, in the next second, he was going to skin them alive. “Aren’t you the ones who’re going too far?”

It was these people who bullied his Rita first.

A kick was letting them of easy.

“Whichever way things go, we’re Rita’s aunt and uncle.” Mason helped Rose up, clenching his teeth. “What we do with Rita is family business. What makes you think you can butt in, Mr. Wilson? If I’m remembering things correctly, you’re divorced with her already. The most you could call yourself is an ex-husband!”

Mason’s words dropped like a nuke.

The already hostile living room grew deathly silent, and everyone gasped.

As calculating as always, Amelia noticed how Liam’s eyes were narrowing and realized it wasn’t good.

She knew full well what the results were when offending a man like this.

One Charlotte was enough for the Brown family. Nobody else should get hurt.

Before Liam could do anything, Amelia slapped Mason across the face. “You’re getting too big for your britches! Whether or not Liam is divorced from Rita or not, he’s the only Brown grandson-in-law that I acknowledge!”

Amelia’s work in boosting Liam’s reputation brought a better light to his dark expression.

Seeing that, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Still, she refused to let her guard down.

Taming a tiger was difficult business.

“Get out there and kneel. You can come back on after you realize where you went wrong.”

At her command, as unwilling as they were, Mason and Rose could only go with it. They mumbled assent and knelt in the yard as instructed.

“Don’t take your aunt and uncle personally, Liam. They say things sometimes.” Amelia looked at the man and smiled it off. “Have you had breakfast yet? If not, you could have it with Rita?”

“Sure.”

Seeing the man agree, Amelia got someone to bring up another set of utensils. “Right, Liam, watch over Rita and make sure she finishes the full bowl of porridge. It’s good for her stomach and saves us some bellyaching too.”

Liam frowned and looked at the girl in his arms. “You’ve got a stomachache?”

“No.” Rita shook her head.

But before the denial even landed, Zoe butted in again. “Tut tut… someone’s tummy hurt so badly she was crying in Mommy’s arms all night until here eyes are all swollen this morning.”

With her mother poking holes in her story once again, Rita flinched.

Before she could recover, Liam pulled her next to the table and pushed a bowlful of porridge in front of her. “Do you want to eat it yourself, or should I feed you?”

At his mild words, Rita’s brow knotted.

It seemed like two choices, but thinking about it realistically, that left her with only one choice, didn’t it?!

Looked like he was as imperious as always.