Getting My Ex-wife Back

After going in, Santiago was standing on one side, waiting for Marissa’s gift. She was not willing to give it to him, but he, ever the thick-skinned, instead reached out to take it for himself.

As Marissa was telling him off, Jenna was naturally in a bad mood as she stood at the side. No matter what, he was still her son. Why was it that Santiago received such treatment just because he was not the eldest? Even when it came to gifts, he had to ask for them on his own accord.

She really wished that Marissa would take the initiative to give things to Santiago, but that was never the case.

She had given birth to two children, but Marissa just didn’t like her youngest son, Santiago. Jenna really felt helpless.

After taking the gift away from Marissa, Santiago walked away from her and over to Raeleigh. He threw the gift, which was a stack of money, to her and said, “Take it. Go on a spree and buy some clothes for yourself.”

Raeleigh caught the gift with both hands on instinct.

As for Jepherson…

He was standing aside, looking elsewhere. However, he told Raeleigh, “Since he’s given it to you, then just hold onto it. Keep it for him.”

“Okay.” Raeleigh put the two gifts together. It was then that she realized that they were different. The gift that Santiago had received paled in comparison to Jepherson’s.

Raeleigh really wanted to count the money to clearly see the disparity between them.

They were both Jenna’s children, so why the difference in treatment?

It seemed like something that would only happen back in the Victorian era.

Raeleigh held the gifts in her hand and swapped them, which everyone witnessed.

Santiago took a seat and sipped some water, asking Raeleigh, “Why aren’t you guys sitting down?”

Raeleigh didn’t answer, but she didn’t feel very good about it. All of a sudden, she understood why Santiago had a personality like that. If he’d been any different, how could he have survived in his family?

“Outrageous,” Hansen suddenly spoke up from the side. His voice carried a trace of displeasure, but he was not angry. Raeleigh found his gaze rather strange, as if he was doting on Santiago, yet it also seemed incredibly distant.

Perhaps Hansen was not very direct in expressing his feelings. Even when he did, he would deliberately cover it up.

“So many seats, but everyone’s standing. What’s the point of having seats, then?” Santiago stood up, patted his butt and walked towards Raeleigh. He stopped and asked her, “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet.”

“Is the food done?” he continued asking. Raeleigh looked at Jenna, who didn’t know whether it was done yet either. At that hour, it likely wasn’t mealtime yet.

“Go have a look, Raeleigh. After we have lunch, then Grandma will be going back with the two of us. Grandpa can’t stay at home alone.” Jenna walked to Raeleigh and gave her a look. She found her rather pitiful, having to stand around like that, so obedient.

However, Marissa just didn’t like her.

“I understand.” Raeleigh then turned around and went to the kitchen. Santiago followed her, but Jepherson did not.

The moment Marissa saw that, she got angry. What on earth was going on?

“I’m not hungry. Let’s go back.” On one hand, Marissa was furious. However, she was also worried for Trevor.

If Trevor was healthy, she wouldn’t have to bother with him, but since he was ill, she couldn’t help but worry.

“Even if you’re not hungry, we can only leave after we eat. Otherwise, we’ll get hungry on the way there.

Besides, since we’re going to be driving a long way back, there won’t be anywhere to stop and eat,” Jenna stated, trying to persuade her. Marissa was actually rather obedient. After thinking for a while, she looked at Jenna. “If she was half as thoughtful as you were, I wouldn’t make things hard for her.”

It was obvious that she was saying that for Jepherson to hear. However, he remained unmoved. He stared at her with his hands clasped behind his back as if he could not hear anything.

Jenna was in admiration as well. She had raised two sons and both of them grew up to become like that. They would only listen to the things they wanted to hear. If you were to question them about it afterward, they would say “no idea”. However, they were the only ones who were aware of just how much they knew.

Marissa went on and on, but essentially nobody paid attention to her, so she might as well not say a thing.

Instead, she turned to talk to Jenna.

When they were speaking, Hansen strode outside, after which Jepherson followed.

After stepping out, Hansen walked for a while before asking, “What do you think about this?”

“Grandpa must be aware of what happened that year. He admitted that he was the one who told Grandma to do it, and even said that he would not allow Raeleigh to join our family.”

Jepherson stood behind Hansen. If it weren’t for their age, it would be almost impossible to tell the difference between them.

Hansen paused and turned to glance at him. “It would be troublesome if he was the one behind this.”

“I know.”

Jepherson had never been certain about it, mostly because it had been so many years since, not to mention the Richards family’s reputation. If it were to be exposed, it might drag the entire family through the dirt.

Even if Raeleigh’s family had not investigated it, they could not shirk the responsibility. Public opinion could destroy the Richards family too.

“Then what do you plan to do?” Hansen asked, to which Jepherson shook his head. They looked at each other for a few seconds before turning around and parting ways.

Their shadows grew longer and longer until they were far away.

Raeleigh went into the kitchen to prepare food, but the truth was that she had nothing to do. Santiago was beside her, so nobody would dare to order her around or disrespect her.

What’s more, Raeleigh was already the favorite of both the sons of the Richards family. Any servant would know that Jepherson and Santiago had both joined forces to shoo Marissa away.

Raeleigh gave orders in the kitchen, then walked out of the room and stood outside the door.

It was not cold there, since it was a designated area for meals, but they had to go in circles a few times before being able to get away from Marissa.

Raeleigh felt more comfortable. Without Marissa pressuring her, she could breathe easily.

She returned the gift to Santiago, who was standing beside her. “I don’t need to buy clothes.”

“Didn’t you say you’d help me keep it safe?”

“Take it. You need it too.” Raeleigh gave it to him, who opened it and took a look inside before putting all the money into his pocket.

“Next time, let’s go to Waverly Village and splurge on things.”

She looked at him. “Do you ever plan for the future?”

“As long as my brother is here, I won’t starve to death.” Raeleigh was convinced by Santiago’s confidence. She took back his money and kept it with her.

“Since you’re thinking of hemorrhaging money, why don’t you give it to me? At least you’ll be able to use it when you want to.”

Santiago stood aside and looked at the outdoors as if nothing had happened. It was better for her to take the money away from him.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

After standing for a while, she turned to look at him, who was dressed up like a spring onion, and asked, “Don’t you have any other clothes to wear? It’s winter now, and the New Year has just passed. Is dressing like a Christmas tree the trend nowadays?”

“Says the Miss Not-My-Wife. Why do you care so much about me?”

Raeleigh said nothing. She simply clenched her fists and fought back her bubbling rage.

She considered herself to be a person with a good temper, but ever since she’d got to know Santiago, she had somehow met a nemesis who could disarm her. She was defeated again and again, and had never won a single time.