It was precisely because he knew this so well that Julian understood–unless it was absolutely necessary, Albert would never show his face.


    Seeing Julian staying silent, Albert’s temper red again.


    Just as he was about tosh out once more, a loudmotion erupted downstairs.


    Among the noise were sharp cries from a woman.


    “Ah! Stop it! All of you, stop it right now!


    “This is outrageous! Lawless! In broad daylight, not only are you trespassing, now you’re even smashing our things?”


    Carol’s screams did nothing to stop Grace.


    In fact, Grace seemed to enjoy the look of panic on her face.


    “What’s wrong? Still worried about your dear husband and son at a time like this?”


    Grace raised her chin slightly, deliberately pausing between each word. “Look at this. Even as I tear apart your home, those two -father and son—are hiding behind you.


    “And they send a woman out to face all of this. What’s left for you to protect?”


    Carol copsed onto the floor, sobbing. Hearing those words only made her heart ache more.


    She didn’t know how to respond, but her cries grew louder and louder.


    Tessa sat beside Grace, watching the once imposing Carol, who used to lecture her with harsh rules, now reduced to something no better than a stray on the street.


    It was immensely satisfying.


    Clearly, Grace was always one step ahead.


    No matter what she did, she had her own way of handling it.


    Tessa was pleased. Being by her mother’s side gave her a deep sense of security.


    Carol mentally reyed everything Grace had said, and, surprisingly, she found herself agreeing.


    What was she struggling for?


    Was it just to let those two men keep hiding?


    She said nothing. Her head hung low, looking pitiful, nothing more.


    Grace didn’t say anything more.


    She understood that this woman was pitiful in her own way.


    After all, how many people ended up with a husband and son who hid behind them, sending a woman out to face everything alone?


    Grace shot a nce at the bodyguards, signaling them to continue


    Without hesitation, the bodyguards raised their arms<b>, </b>ready to res me what they hadn’t finished earlier.


    Just as the next blow was about tond, Albert couldn’t hold back any longer.


    That vase in the living room had cost him a fortune–he’d picked out specifically to add prestige to the space.


    If it got smashed, he’d be heartbroken.


    With a fawning smile stered on his face, Albert hurried down the stairs. “Ah, Madam Grace! What brings you here, really?


    “Let’s all calm down. We’re businesspeople–no need to get physical, right?”


    Grace and Tessa exchanged a look, both catching the same sneer in each other’s eyes.


    As expected, it took something like this to drag this old fox out.


    Otherwise, who knew how long he’d keep hiding.


    Grace had heard enough about his character to know exactly what kind of man he was.


    She crossed her arms and took a few steps closer, smirking at him “So now you decide to show your face?”


    She turned toward Carol, who was still quietly crying on the floor. When your wife came out to stop us just now, where were you hiding?”


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