Sir, Please Sign Here to Get a Divorce-Chapter 148: Vivian Lynch’s Provocation

Nina Thorne was worried that Serena wouldn’t be able to bring herself to tell Ethan that she wanted to keep the baby.

She was afraid Ethan would actually take her to get an abortion.

After getting up early and taking her child to kindergarten, she came over to Ethan’s place.

The moment she walked in the door, she saw the two of them embracing in the dining room. She breathed a sigh of relief and let out a small laugh.

"Serena..."

Hearing the voice, Serena Yardley quickly let go of the man beside her.

Ethan Yardley also stepped away and looked at Nina Thorne. "Have you had breakfast?"

"I’ve already eaten. I just came over to see how you two are doing. It looks like you’ve worked things out, huh?"

’They’re embracing, so they probably won’t go through with the abortion and divorce now, right?’

"Everything’s fine now."

Ethan Yardley said in a low voice.

Nina Thorne sat down next to Serena Yardley and said comfortingly, "Since everything is fine, you should cheer up, Serena. How about we go to the mall for a bit?"

Serena Yardley nodded.

Ethan Yardley spoke up again. "You two go ahead and shop. Nina, please take good care of her for me. I have to make a trip to the office in a little while."

With that, he pulled a black card from his wallet and held it out to Nina Thorne.

Nina Thorne laughed. "And spend your money while we’re at it?"

"This is for you—a black card for all the shopping malls under my company. Feel free to buy anything under ten million with it."

This was his way of thanking Nina Thorne for taking care of Serena.

Nina Thorne took it without hesitation. "Well, don’t mind if I do."

"You don’t have to."

Ethan Yardley then turned to Serena Yardley. "Go shopping with Nina, and call me if you need anything."

"Okay."

After breakfast, Ethan Yardley left for the office, and Nina Thorne drove Serena Yardley to the mall herself.

Several of the most famous and largest shopping malls in the city were owned by Ethan Yardley.

Nina Thorne parked the car in the underground garage of the city’s most bustling and popular mall, then took Serena Yardley’s hand as they rode the elevator up into the shopping center.

In the past, Serena Yardley rarely went out to shop at such large malls.

For one, she didn’t want to spend Ethan Yardley’s money. For another, she didn’t have many friends, and no one ever asked her to go shopping.

Other than the one time she had brought little Raina here to play, she had never come back.

Nina Thorne led her first to the infant and toddler floor.

The entire floor was filled with a dazzling array of baby and toddler products, enough to make anyone stop and stare.

"Serena, would you prefer a girl or a boy?"

Nina Thorne asked as she led her into a baby clothing store.

Serena Yardley, walking beside her, thought for a moment before saying:

"To be honest, I’d prefer a daughter, but a family like Ethan’s probably wants a son, don’t you think?"

’After all, they have an empire to pass down. It would probably be unacceptable if I didn’t produce a son.’

Nina Thorne glanced at Serena. She picked out a few outfits, finding them all adorable.

She laughed. "Then just have fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. That would solve everything."

"As if I could be that lucky."

Serena Yardley stepped forward to look at the clothes as well.

There were so many tiny, beautiful clothes.

Especially the exquisitely tailored princess dresses. They would look absolutely adorable on a little girl.

Just like a Little Princess from a fairytale.

Nina Thorne pulled out a small dress and showed it to Serena Yardley. "If you have a daughter, what do you say we have her marry my son?"

At this, Serena Yardley started laughing. "Nina, are you trying to set up an arranged marriage for Leo?"

"You bet I am! You have no idea—there are way more men than women in our country these days. So many grown men can’t find a partner. I’m his mother, so I have to lock someone down for him early, otherwise no one will want him when he’s older!"

"But what if they grow up and don’t like each other?"

"Feelings can be nurtured. The bond between childhood sweethearts is the strongest. There’s no way they wouldn’t like each other."

Hearing this, Serena Yardley couldn’t help but ask, "Weren’t you and Mr. Quinn childhood sweethearts too, Nina?"

Nina Thorne’s expression changed instantly.

She turned back to Serena Yardley and pinched her. "Why do you always have to touch a sore spot?"

"I didn’t do it on purpose."

Serena Yardley’s face scrunched up in pain, and she quickly tried to placate her.

"Okay, fine! If I have a daughter, she can be your daughter-in-law. But you have to promise me you’ll treat my little girl well and never bully her."

Nina Thorne laughed. "Do I look like some kind of evil mother-in-law?

Come on, my dear in-law, let’s go spend Ethan’s money. The clothes you’re wearing don’t reflect your status at all.

Your big sister here is going to get you an outfit today that’ll make everyone see you for the rich heiress you are at a single glance."

Normally, Serena Yardley really didn’t like to spend money.

The clothes she wore were all custom-ordered by Ethan Yardley and delivered directly to their home.

The clothes didn’t have any logos, so it was impossible to tell their price.

Nina Thorne took her to a luxury boutique.

A sales associate immediately came forward to serve them with enthusiasm.

Nina Thorne selected a few pricey dresses and handed them to Serena Yardley. "Go try these on."

Serena Yardley glanced at the price tags. A single dress cost tens of thousands, some even over a hundred thousand.

She stared at Nina Thorne, wide-eyed. "Nina, isn’t this too expensive?"

Nina Thorne was completely unfazed. "Do you have any idea how much that outfit you’re wearing costs?"

Serena Yardley looked down at herself. "A few hundred?"

Since Ethan Yardley had the clothes sent directly to the house without any price tags, she honestly had no idea how much they cost.

Nina Thorne shook her head in exasperation, patting her on the shoulder. "This T-shirt you’re wearing costs ten thousand, minimum. So a dress for tens or even a hundred thousand really isn’t that expensive."

Serena Yardley, "..."

’A T-shirt for ten thousand...’

’For this little piece of fabric?’

’I truly don’t understand why wealthy people spend so much money on a single dress or piece of clothing.’

’Can’t you wear cheaper ones just the same?’

’Are they just paying a stupid tax?’

"Hurry up and go try it on. I think this dress is gorgeous."

Nina Thorne urged her.

Serena Yardley had no choice but to go try on the dress.

She had no sooner stepped into the fitting room than two young women entered the boutique.

They weren’t much older, but they were dressed to the nines, strutting in on high heels with an air of arrogance.

Nina Thorne paid them no mind and continued to pick out dresses for Serena Yardley.

Vivian Lynch strode forward on her heels, her expression haughty. "Do you have anything here that’s suitable for me?"

A sales associate hurried to greet her. Seeing her dressed head-to-toe in designer brands and carrying a handbag worth half a million, she knew she was dealing with a big spender.

She quickly bowed her head. "Miss, we have all the latest styles in. I think they would all be suitable for you. This season’s collection is also limited edition. Please, take a look and see what you like."

Vivian Lynch struck a pose and clip-clopped forward on her heels to browse.

She noticed another woman browsing nearby.

She glanced over and just so happened to covet the dress in the other woman’s hands. She said to the associate, "Get me the one she’s holding so I can have a look."

The sales associate immediately replied, "We only have one of that style, and that lady is still looking at it. If she decides she doesn’t want it..."

"Look at her. She’s not going to buy it. Just bring it over. I want that one."

Left with no choice, the sales associate went over to ask Nina Thorne, "Miss, are you interested in this dress?"

Nina Thorne shot a glance at the associate, then at the flashy woman not far away.

She scoffed, "Why would I be holding it if I didn’t want it?"

"Well, perhaps you should look at the price. This is the only one we have in the store, and it’s priced at one hundred and seventy thousand. If you don’t need it, could we show it to this other lady?"

The sales associate was deliberately mentioning the price to make her back down.

Nina Thorne despised snobs like this more than anything.

She bit back her anger and remained silent.

The sales associate added, "Also... our store has a no-try-on policy. If your friend tries that dress on, she’ll have to buy it.

The one your friend just went to try on costs sixty-six thousand."

Nina Thorne’s expression darkened considerably, but she was still holding back.

Vivian Lynch swaggered over again, looking Nina Thorne up and down.

"If you can’t afford it, then don’t touch it. Luxury goods like this get stained with a single touch. How is anyone else supposed to buy it? But fine, I don’t care that you’ve touched it now. So just give me the dress."

She held out her hand to Nina Thorne, demanding the dress.

This was the first time Nina Thorne had ever been looked down on by some gold digger who’d appeared out of nowhere, pretending to be some big shot.

She snorted. "You want it, so I should just give it to you? Heh. I’d rather take it home to use as a rag than ever let you have it."

As she spoke, she lifted the dress, threw it directly onto the floor, and intentionally stepped on it twice.

"You..."

Vivian Lynch watched, fuming.

The nearby sales associates quickly surrounded her, glaring menacingly at Nina Thorne. "Miss, that dress costs over a hundred thousand!"

"Miss, you have to buy this dress today."

"We’ll trouble you to pay for it now."

Nina Thorne was furious. Just as she was about to lash out at the sales associates, her face dark, Vivian Lynch snorted again.

"What’s with the act? If you’re so tough, pay for it right now."

"What’s she going to pay with? I bet she just wanders into stores like this to satisfy her vanity,"

Vivian Lynch’s friend chimed in with a mocking laugh.

Nina Thorne’s expression was incredibly grim. "I never pay when I go shopping."

"If you don’t pay, does that mean you steal?" Vivian Lynch’s friend retorted.

Before Nina Thorne could reply, Serena Yardley’s voice came from the direction of the fitting rooms.

"We’re shopping in our own family’s mall, using an exclusive black card. And you call that stealing?"