After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again-Chapter 74: Cry for You on the Day of Divorce

At this time, she suddenly remembered the initial days when Florence Fuller was just brought home. Even though she held her back from chasing after her foster father, after she stayed, she didn’t seem to care about her biological daughter.

Out of concern that Clara Fuller might have unusual emotions, she had always focused on Clara, soothing her.

And as for Florence, she was silent and reticent after returning home, never taking the initiative to grow close to her, and she didn’t pay her any attention either. Instead, she sided with Clara in everything, standing by her without reason...

Thinking of this, Laura Yates wept bitterly. During these days, returning to the Fuller Family from SJ, she had suffered so much grievance, but at this moment, it was her biological daughter, whom she hadn’t cared for, who was venting for her.

She despised and hated her current self immensely.

"Bang!"

The sound of something breaking pulled her back from her thoughts.

Looking in the direction of the sound, the huge TV screen in front had a dent from being smashed. The screen cracked, and the intricately decorated porcelain vase on the ground was also shattered.

Florence wasn’t sitting at the coffee table anymore. She fetched various ornaments from the living room, and seeing the trembling eyes of Autumn Taylor, she said coldly, "You continue eating, and I’ll continue smashing."

After saying that, she hurled another object at the wall.

The sound of shattering was continuous, and Autumn Taylor was trembling with fear. The wall hangings were dirtied, and many antiques in the living room, either previously auctioned by Michael Fuller or gifted by others, were completely smashed by Florence.

"Not done eating yet?"

Smashing things had taken a toll on Florence’s energy, and she sat back at the coffee table, watching Autumn Taylor as she caught her breath, "You’re slow."

Autumn felt like the food was stuck in her throat, but having just witnessed Florence’s violent outburst, she didn’t dare stop.

Seeing Florence pick up the ashtray again, Autumn hurriedly sped up, stuffing food into her mouth recklessly, juices dripping down her chin onto her fur coat and cheongsam, soaking them, looking as pitiful as can be.

Luke Gardiner waited in the car for over an hour before he saw Florence and her mother come out.

Laura Yates sat in the back.

Florence got in the front passenger seat.

Luke’s expression didn’t change; he didn’t ask why they were delayed for so long, just turned the wheel: "It’s about time, let’s go straight to the hotel for dinner."

Florence responded nonchalantly and tossed the soiled coat out of the window.

The coat landed at the Fuller Family villa entrance as the car sped away.

Long Island International Hotel.

Upon arriving at the hotel, they got out of the car. Luke handed the keys to the valet, and Florence lowered her gaze, "You guys go up first, I have something to do."

She seemed to be in a bad mood. Laura Yates was about to speak, but Luke spoke first, "Mom, you go up first."

Laura paused, knowing if she went up first and saw Michael Fuller...

After some thought, she nodded, "I’ll go up then."

She planned to wait for Florence outside the door instead of entering directly.

Florence walked away, with Luke following. She said blandly, "You go up too."

Luke said nothing and followed her as she surveyed the surroundings. Luke raised an eyebrow, "Want to smoke?"

Florence gave him an impatient look, turned, and walked back.

"But you don’t have any," Luke said.

Florence ignored him.

"Want to guess if I have any?" Luke continued.

Florence looked at him.

Luke shrugged with empty palms, "I don’t have any either."

Florence’s gaze was icy. Luke guessed she was gritting her teeth, suppressing her temper, and shrugged, "Want me to get some for you?"

"Then go."

But Luke shook his head, "Don’t smoke, it’s bad for your health."

Florence gave him an annoyed look and leaned against the wall, "Can you leave?"

"Can’t," Luke said, leaning against the wall, watching her, "You’re quite something, huh."

He hadn’t gone in with Florence, just waited in the car, expecting her out soon, but waited and waited. He said he should go take a look.

Unexpectedly, he witnessed that scene.

He stood by and watched, unnoticed by anyone. He had seen Florence fight twice before; this was the third time seeing her this intimidating.

If not for witnessing it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t believe that Florence, known outwardly for her gentle composure, would have such a side.

Florence ignored him, standing against the wall, eyes full of annoyance and suppressed feelings.

How did Laura Yates become like this!

Although Florence indeed didn’t like her, most times, she didn’t care much about her frequent siding with Clara. She didn’t feel there was much mother-daughter affection with Laura, but after seeing her in such humiliation today, she was upset.

Why should she be upset?

She should just ignore Laura Yates’s situation, take her, and go eat.

Why meddle and cause this scene?

She sighed irritably.

Luke looked at her, "If you want to cry... my shoulder is available."

Florence frowned at him, "Cry your own mother."

"That’s rude, huh," Luke said, stepping in front of her, locking eyes. His Adam’s apple moved slightly as he suddenly hugged her.

Florence struggled, hitting his back, "Let me go, Luke! Let go!"

"Can’t we just hug for a moment without crying?" Luke inhaled her subtle scent as he sniffed, "Breaking so many things just now, aren’t you tired? Rest for a while."

Florence paused, blinked, her eyes slightly red.

She truly couldn’t understand why it was uncomfortable seeing Laura Yates like this.

Where was the Clara she used to care for?

Why wasn’t she concerned now?

"Sir?" Thomas Jones called out softly, noticing Ethan Harper had stopped a few steps after getting out of the car.

Ethan continued watching in that direction, and Thomas followed his gaze, falling silent.

He had checked; the man was Luke Gardiner, and the woman was someone Ethan cared deeply about. Now she was held in the man’s arms, so Thomas glanced at Ethan.

Outwardly, he seemed unchanged, but his gaze was unblinkingly fixed, fingers trembling slightly. He lowered his eyelashes, abruptly turned, and walked into the hotel.

Thomas sighed silently.

There was nothing that could be done; after all, the two were legally married.

Florence, not one to overthink, pushed Luke, but he didn’t budge, so she punched him twice, "Let me go!" freēwēbnovel.com

Reluctantly, Luke let go, "I at least offered you a shoulder, yet you hit me."

"I pushed you; why didn’t you let go?" Florence said.

Luke saw her usual expression, speaking regretfully, "No tears, huh."

He was quite curious to see what Florence looked like when she cried.

Florence felt displeased hearing this, "Eager for me to cry."

Luke: "A bit."

Florence snorted, "On the day we’re divorced, I’ll give you a tear."