Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 71: Chapter 71
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At Rathbone family residence
The royal garden-style architecture, though rich with classical charm, remained pristine and new. Its past splendor and former glory bore witness to the Rathbone family century-long legacy of greatness.
The first person Georgia saw upon entering the Rathbone home was none other than her former mother-in-law, Phoebe, with the overbearing Joel standing beside her.
Joel, his wrist still in a cast, sneered when he saw Georgia.
"You've already divorced my brother, and you still have the nerve to come back to this home? What a shameless woman!"
Phoebe, the epitome of elegance and meticulous upkeep, cast an icy glance at Georgia—a chill that could rival even her son Louis's frosty demeanor.
Marine, who served Elsie, entered the living room.
She said respectfully, "Miss Murray, Mrs. Rathbone instructed that as soon as you arrive, I'm to take you to you right away."
Phoebe gently set down her coffee, her voice icy as she ordered, "Joel, go with Hattie to the kitchen and check on how Mabel is doing with dinner."
Hattie's face showed a hint of unease. Everyone knew that Phoebe had always looked down on Georgia, which was precisely why Elsie had specifically instructed her to greet Georgia in the living room.
Joel knew his mom was about to give Georgia a hard time, so he eagerly dragged Hattie off to the kitchen, more than happy to leave the two of them alone.
In the Rathbone family, Joel knew better than anyone how much authority his mother wielded. Even Elsie sometimes found herself powerless against her.
After the two of them left, Phoebe stared coldly at Georgia, her voice icy.
"You just got divorced and you've already stirred up so much trouble? Georgia, is this your 'talent'? You're really just a good-for-nothing!"
Every word was an icy dagger to the heart.
'So, Phoebe really thinks I'm nothing but trouble and a disgrace to the Rathbone family, huh?' Georgia thought to herself, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.
Phoebe sat on the sofa with her usual mix of bold confidence and easy elegance. She was the perfect picture of a high-society lady.
Truth be told, Louis had clearly inherited half of his best traits from his mother.
Georgia knew Phoebe had always despised her, so she responded coolly. "I've divorced Louis. Any disgrace I bring is on the Murrays is absolutely nothing to do with the Rathbones anymore."
As soon as the words fell, the air around Phoebe seemed to grow several degrees colder.
Phoebe could hardly believe that Georgia, who had always been so meek and submissive, now actually dared to make thinly veiled jabs at her.
"You..."
Her meticulously cared-for beautiful eyes blazed with fury.
Not wanting to endure Phoebe's regal demeanor any longer, Georgia said coolly, "If there's nothing else, I'll go upstairs to visit Grandma now."
With that, she turned and headed for the stairs.
Now, she no longer had to lower herself to please Phoebe.
As Georgia stepped into Elsie's room, she saw the elderly lady with snow-white hair and a rosy complexion, looking at her kindly.
She was the only one who had ever shown Georgia any genuine warmth in those three long years.
"Georgia! You've finally come to see me!" Elsie beamed.
She grabbed Georgia's hand and clung to it, as if she never wanted to let go.
Before the divorce, Elsie was the only person Georgia truly felt she could lean on.
A dull, crushing pain settled in Georgia's chest, as if a heavy weight had slammed into her heart.
"I'm just glad you're here," Elsie said, dotingly stroking Georgia's hand.
She sighed. "Georgia, you have no idea. Ever since your divorce from Louis, my health has been failing. I keep talking about you every single day..."
"I'm so sorry, Grandma..." Georgia choked out.
Georgia's battered heart ached once more.
"No, Georgia, don't say that. It was my idea for you to marry that rascal Louis. I genuinely adored you! But who could have guessed he'd turn out to be such a blind fool? In the end, you two still couldn't make it work. Our Rathbone family has failed you..."
At Rathbone Group Headquarters
Louis had been buried in work the entire afternoon in his office.
The royal garden-style architecture, though rich with classical charm, remained pristine and new. Its past splendor and former glory bore witness to the Rathbone family century-long legacy of greatness.
The first person Georgia saw upon entering the Rathbone home was none other than her former mother-in-law, Phoebe, with the overbearing Joel standing beside her.
Joel, his wrist still in a cast, sneered when he saw Georgia.
"You've already divorced my brother, and you still have the nerve to come back to this home? What a shameless woman!"
Phoebe, the epitome of elegance and meticulous upkeep, cast an icy glance at Georgia—a chill that could rival even her son Louis's frosty demeanor.
Marine, who served Elsie, entered the living room.
She said respectfully, "Miss Murray, Mrs. Rathbone instructed that as soon as you arrive, I'm to take you to you right away."
Phoebe gently set down her coffee, her voice icy as she ordered, "Joel, go with Hattie to the kitchen and check on how Mabel is doing with dinner."
Hattie's face showed a hint of unease. Everyone knew that Phoebe had always looked down on Georgia, which was precisely why Elsie had specifically instructed her to greet Georgia in the living room.
Joel knew his mom was about to give Georgia a hard time, so he eagerly dragged Hattie off to the kitchen, more than happy to leave the two of them alone.
In the Rathbone family, Joel knew better than anyone how much authority his mother wielded. Even Elsie sometimes found herself powerless against her.
After the two of them left, Phoebe stared coldly at Georgia, her voice icy.
"You just got divorced and you've already stirred up so much trouble? Georgia, is this your 'talent'? You're really just a good-for-nothing!"
Every word was an icy dagger to the heart.
'So, Phoebe really thinks I'm nothing but trouble and a disgrace to the Rathbone family, huh?' Georgia thought to herself, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.
Phoebe sat on the sofa with her usual mix of bold confidence and easy elegance. She was the perfect picture of a high-society lady.
Truth be told, Louis had clearly inherited half of his best traits from his mother.
Georgia knew Phoebe had always despised her, so she responded coolly. "I've divorced Louis. Any disgrace I bring is on the Murrays is absolutely nothing to do with the Rathbones anymore."
As soon as the words fell, the air around Phoebe seemed to grow several degrees colder.
Phoebe could hardly believe that Georgia, who had always been so meek and submissive, now actually dared to make thinly veiled jabs at her.
"You..."
Her meticulously cared-for beautiful eyes blazed with fury.
Not wanting to endure Phoebe's regal demeanor any longer, Georgia said coolly, "If there's nothing else, I'll go upstairs to visit Grandma now."
With that, she turned and headed for the stairs.
Now, she no longer had to lower herself to please Phoebe.
As Georgia stepped into Elsie's room, she saw the elderly lady with snow-white hair and a rosy complexion, looking at her kindly.
She was the only one who had ever shown Georgia any genuine warmth in those three long years.
"Georgia! You've finally come to see me!" Elsie beamed.
She grabbed Georgia's hand and clung to it, as if she never wanted to let go.
Before the divorce, Elsie was the only person Georgia truly felt she could lean on.
A dull, crushing pain settled in Georgia's chest, as if a heavy weight had slammed into her heart.
"I'm just glad you're here," Elsie said, dotingly stroking Georgia's hand.
She sighed. "Georgia, you have no idea. Ever since your divorce from Louis, my health has been failing. I keep talking about you every single day..."
"I'm so sorry, Grandma..." Georgia choked out.
Georgia's battered heart ached once more.
"No, Georgia, don't say that. It was my idea for you to marry that rascal Louis. I genuinely adored you! But who could have guessed he'd turn out to be such a blind fool? In the end, you two still couldn't make it work. Our Rathbone family has failed you..."
At Rathbone Group Headquarters
Louis had been buried in work the entire afternoon in his office.
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