The sight of Mrs. Sawyer instantly irritated Yvonne Sherman.

’That damn woman... For some reason, she’s always protecting Sophia Shaw.’

’How annoying.’

She turned to walk back to her shop, but her eyes lit up when she spotted someone around the corner. She suddenly had a change of heart.

She pulled out her phone and made a call. "Sherman Jewelers just got a new shipment. I can give you thirty percent off..."

Ten minutes later, a woman hurried over.

She was headed straight for the Sherman Jewelers storefront.

But as she passed the table where Mrs. Sawyer and her friends were sitting, she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Mrs. Sawyer?"

Mrs. Sawyer slowly looked up. Seeing the woman before her, she offered a mild expression. "Mrs. Warren."

Mrs. Warren was thrilled. "It really is you, Mrs. Sawyer!"

"I haven’t had the chance to congratulate you! My husband told me your family just had a new addition. Why haven’t you thrown a party to celebrate?"

The other ladies sitting with Mrs. Sawyer were all surprised. "A new addition? How did we not hear about this?"

Beaming because she was the first to break the news, Mrs. Warren’s face was wreathed in smiles. "It’s a little girl! She’s already been registered to Young Master Sawyer’s family record. And she has such a lovely name—Cheryl Shaw."

"Cheryl Shaw? Shouldn’t her last name be Sawyer?"

"She must have taken her mother’s last name." Such things weren’t unheard of, Mrs. Warren speculated.

The expressions of the group shifted subtly.

There weren’t many people in the city with the surname Shaw, and the only one connected to the Sawyer Family who ever came up in conversation was Sophia Shaw.

’Did Sophia Shaw and Levin Sawyer have a child together?’

"The Cheryl Shaw you’re talking about is Sophia Shaw’s child, right? But isn’t Sophia Shaw married to Vincent Grant?"

The moment Mrs. Warren heard that, she slapped a hand over her mouth.

’Did... did my attempt to suck up just blow up in my face?’

"Oh, please, what’s so strange about it?" Mrs. Fletcher, who was sitting near Mrs. Sawyer, chimed in. "Didn’t Mrs. Sawyer say herself that she approved of their relationship?"

"She even said that as long as her son was happy, she would accept Sophia Shaw, divorced or not."

"And now that the child is on the Sawyer family register, it just binds the two of them even closer. What’s not to like?"

Mrs. Fletcher had barely finished speaking when a cold, hard voice cut in from the side. "What are you all talking about? The child Sophia Shaw gave birth to is registered under the Sawyer family?"

The group turned their heads.

They saw a wheelchair had stopped beside them at some point.

The woman in the wheelchair was gaunt, with high cheekbones and eyes simmering with suppressed fury.

She was a complete stranger.

They’d never seen her before.

Confused glances passed over her face.

"Skye, please mind your health," the caregiver pushing the wheelchair reminded her quietly. In her current condition, she couldn’t afford to get angry.

Skye Sutton’s fingers dug into the armrests of her wheelchair as a cold sneer twisted her lips.

"Just my luck! I come out for a bit of fresh air only to hear gossip about my own daughter-in-law’s disgraceful affair!"

"Caregiver Donovan, my daughter-in-law has given her child away to another family! How can you possibly expect me to stay calm?"

Caregiver Donovan was sick with regret.

Skye Sutton had wanted to get some fresh air; she never, ever should have brought her in this direction.

’How are they going to get out of this?’

Skye Sutton grabbed her phone and tried to call Vincent Grant.

He didn’t pick up.

Skye Sutton then dialed Jack Holloway’s number. "Tell Vincent Grant to bring Sophia Shaw home to me right now! I need to see them!"

"President Grant is at the family estate right now," Jack Holloway replied honestly.

"How is that possible? How could I not know?"

Every time Vincent went to the estate, he would visit her. But this time, she hadn’t heard a thing.

"President Grant is... being punished over there," Jack Holloway said after a moment’s hesitation.

Skye Sutton demanded breathlessly, "Why is he being punished? And where is Sophia Shaw? Why isn’t she stopping it?"

"Well... it seems President Grant is being punished *because* of Miss Shaw."

Jack Holloway’s words were a bombshell that completely shattered Skye Sutton’s composure.

"Sophia Shaw... Just brilliant. Absolutely brilliant!"

Skye Sutton’s expression turned vicious. "How dare she bully my son!"

Seeing that look on her face, the caregiver couldn’t help but shiver. She could already imagine the Grant estate turning into a war zone.

"Caregiver Donovan, take me back!"

She was going to deal with Sophia Shaw immediately—and with all those blind fools who had ganged up with that woman to bully her son!

Across the way, Yvonne Sherman watched the scene unfold from a distance, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face.

’Mrs. Sawyer, Levin Sawyer... none of them will stop my daughter from getting out of prison!’

’Who would dare stand in the way of a dying woman’s fury?’

The ladies, having overheard parts of Skye Sutton’s tirade, had already figured out who she was.

They all broke out in a cold sweat.

’So Sophia Shaw is actually Vincent Grant’s wife?’

’Levin Sawyer is trying to steal Vincent Grant’s wife!’

’And he registered her daughter to his family record while she’s still married to another man?’

’Sophia Shaw is done for!’

’And the Sawyer Family is in deep trouble!’

’How could our luck be this bad? We were just having a casual chat and stumbled into this mess.’

Of everyone there, only Mrs. Sawyer remained completely calm.

She had clawed her way to the top through blood and turmoil. What scheme hadn’t she employed? What dirty trick hadn’t she endured?

Her cool, dark gaze drifted to the large sign that read "Sherman Jewelers."

And she said, "Ms. Sutton, please wait."

Skye Sutton’s eyes were flat and dead as she glared at Mrs. Sawyer. "You shameless woman! You knew my daughter-in-law was already married, yet you encouraged your own son to seduce her!"

"And you even have the audacity to brag about it!"

It had been a long time since anyone had dared to speak to Mrs. Sawyer like that, not since she had taken the helm of the Sawyer Family.

She wasn’t angry. She slowly stood. "I may be shameless, but I’m nothing compared to certain women who, in order to steal a man, would go so far as to hire another man to rape Faye."

"Luckily, Faye is exceptionally clever and found a way to escape. If she hadn’t, her bright future would have been ruined."

"Faye called the police and had the attacker sent to prison. Now, a certain someone is getting desperate—so desperate that they’re even using you, Mrs. Sutton. They’re just eagerly waiting for you to go back and raise hell so that Vincent Grant will be released to pull someone out of jail."

Mrs. Sawyer walked to the entrance of Sherman Jewelers. "Mrs. Warren, what brought you here so suddenly today?"

Mrs. Warren didn’t understand why Mrs. Sawyer had suddenly singled her out, but she immediately replied, "Ms. Sherman asked me to come look at jewelry. She said she’d sell it to me for thirty percent off. When I got here and saw you, Mrs. Sawyer, I just came over to say hello."

She really hadn’t meant to stir up trouble; she had just been trying to curry favor.

Afraid Mrs. Sawyer wouldn’t believe her, Mrs. Warren ran into the shop and dragged Yvonne Sherman out. "Ms. Sherman, tell them! You’re the one who called me here, aren’t you!"

Yvonne Sherman: "..."

Mrs. Sawyer scoffed. "Mrs. Warren, since when have you ever known Sherman Jewelers to offer thirty percent off?"

’So... she had been used!’

"You—!" Even as slow as Mrs. Warren was, she finally understood. "Yvonne Sherman, you wicked woman! You planned this all along, didn’t you? You saw Mrs. Sawyer sitting here and lured me over on purpose!"

"No wonder! You suddenly brought up my husband and claimed he’d gotten drunk and let it slip that Levin Sawyer had a daughter registered to the family!"

"Yvonne Sherman, you’re a venomous snake!"

Mrs. Warren had known nothing about it; she had heard the whole story from Yvonne Sherman. She just hadn’t wanted to name her source earlier, so she’d blamed it on her husband.

Skye Sutton wasn’t a fool. With Mrs. Sawyer’s pointed explanation and Mrs. Warren’s clear confession, she understood everything.

Her deadened eyes fixed on Yvonne Sherman with an icy glare.

Without a word, she raised her phone. "Julian Grant, you listen to me. Starting today, Vincent Grant is to be confined at home for one full month. If he’s out one day sooner, I’ll kill myself right in front of you!"