Series 26
Wren’s laughter rang out, full of derision. “Why should I worry, Ms. Sandra? After all, you are the one who is entangled with a married man.”
Those words struck Ms. Sandra like a slap.
Color flushed and drained from Ms. Sandra’s face.
Wren tilted her head, her eyes brimming with disdain. “Ms. Sandra, you’re hardly in a position to warn me here.”
Ignoring Ms. Sandra’s reaction, Wren walked away.
This calmness she now felt when dealing with Ms. Sandra was reassuring.
It signified that she was gradually letting go of the past.
As she watched Wren depart, Ms. Sandra clenched her jaw in frustration.
She had to admit that Wren had a point. If she didn’t become Alexander’s wife, her claims held no weight.
Securing a divorce between Alexander and Wren should become her focus now.
At the Clark family estate.
Wren had earlier arranged for a chauffeur to drive her to the sprawling mansion. Once the chauffeur parked at the entrance, he soon left.
As soon as Wren got out of the car, she saw that directly opposite where her car stopped, there was a blue Bentley Continental.
The car door soon opened. Alexander was the one stepping out of the Bentley.
Upon spotting Alexander, Wren quickly averted her eyes and started toward the mansion.
“Stop right there,” came Alexander’s commanding voice.
Wren stopped momentarily but did not turn to face Alexander.
Alexander, with his long strides, quickly walked over to Wren, examining her with an unreadable look in his eyes.
In a low, enticing tone, he said, “Wren, remember, until our divorce is finalized, how you act, dress, and speak reflects on the Clark family.”
He stressed the word “dress.”
Wren turned sharply to confront him, her voice laced with sarcasm. “What exactly is wrong with my attire? Or are you so conventional, Mr. Clark, that a spaghetti strap dress shocks you?”
Her eyes narrowed with contempt as she continued, “Since we’ll soon part ways, I’d prefer it if you kept out of my affairs. We’re better off leading our own lives, okay?”
Without waiting for Alexander’s response, she walked into the mansion.
Alexander’s expression tightened as he watched Wren walk away, his frustration evident.
Wren had clearly grown far more defiant after three years.
Oscar brightened upon seeing Alexander and Wren back together.
When Daisy saw Wren’s dress, she frowned slightly, but she eventually said nothing.
Wren, looking concerned, turned to Oscar. “Oscar, are you managing your health okay?”
“As long as I keep stress at bay and stay calm, I’m alright,” Oscar responded.
A crease formed on Wren’s forehead.
“Why have you called me here, Dad?” asked Alexander.
With a warm smile, Oscar said, “Starting this evening, you both are to move back and stay here at the estate.”
