Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 521

Right in front of all these people, they dared to pull this stunt.

Old Lady White shot Amanda a cold glare. “Or perhaps the Sanders never wanted us here in the first place? Let’s go.”

Amanda rushed forward, trying to smooth things over. “No, this was our fault. Please don’t leave over such a small matter. It’s really nothing—if word gets out, people will only laugh at us.”

Sydney cast Sarah a smug look before putting on a sweet, understanding smile and stepping toward Old Lady White.

“Grandmother, Aunt, everyone is having such a lovely time. I don’t want this to ruin the mood. But she did hit me, and actions have consequences. How about this—she slaps me, so I get to slap her back. A small punishment, nothing more. Would that be fair?”

Old Lady White pressed her lips together, then turned to Amanda. “Amanda, what do you think?”

Amanda hesitated and looked at Sarah. “Sasa…”

“I refuse.”

Sarah’s voice was cold, sharp enough to slice through the tension in the room.

Old Lady White’s body shook with anger. “You dare to refuse?! Sydney is my granddaughter—I’ve watched her grow up, never so much as laid a finger on her. And you—you dared to hit her?!”

Her glare turned icy, piercing straight through Sarah.

Amanda gave Sydney a quick glance, and, right on cue, Sydney stepped forward again.

“It’s fine, Grandmother. Let’s not make a big deal out of this—it is Aunt’s home, after all. If this gets out, people will talk.”

Old Lady White’s expression darkened as she shifted her gaze between Amanda and Sarah. Finally, she let out a cold scoff.

“You should be grateful my granddaughter spoke up for you.” Her tone was full of warning. “Consider this a reminder. Next time, think twice before you challenge the White family.”

And just like that, the show ended.

As Old Lady White stepped out, Sydney shot Sarah a venomous glare.

If it weren’t for Aunt Amanda’s plan, she would never have let this woman off so easily.

Dinner was just as fake as the pleasantries.

Under Amanda’s careful orchestration, Sydney acted as though she had completely forgotten the insults she’d thrown earlier, as if she had erased the memory of their conflict—and most unbelievably, as if she had no recollection of that slap.

Sarah, however, hadn’t forgotten a thing.

And when she sat down at the dinner table, she realized something else—Amanda had deliberately seated her next to a man.

Thought their paths would never cross again.

But the next day—someone knocked on her door.

Sarah opened it to find Sydney standing there, red-eyed and pitiful.

“Sarah, I know I said the wrong things yesterday, so I came to apologize,” she said in a soft, pleading voice.

But even as she spoke, her gaze darted around the house.

“Where’s Melvin? Is he not home?”

She had gone to great lengths to dress up today—all for the chance to see him.

Sarah’s expression remained indifferent. “He’s at the office.”

She didn’t bother with pleasantries. “I heard your apology. But I’m busy right now, so I won’t be hosting you.”

It was a clear dismissal.

Sydney’s eyes darkened with annoyance, but she quickly plastered on a sweet smile. “I really do want to make it up to you. You love operas, don’t you? I pulled some strings and got a private box with the best view at the Grandor Theatre just for you.”