Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 678

Without looking back, Sarah turned and left, quickly packing up her things to head home.

It had been quite a while since she last saw Melvin. She wondered if he’d been eating properly lately.

Ever since he took over Sanders Group, that guy had been so busy he barely had time to sit down for a meal. If Sarah hadn’t lost her temper one day and yelled at him, he probably would’ve turned into some workaholic robot surviving on air.

As she walked up to the door and was about to unlock it, the door swung open from the inside.

“Oh, Marianne, you’re still here? I thought you’d gone home already,” Sarah greeted in surprise.

Marianne wiped her hands on the apron tied around her waist and smiled. “The soup’s not ready yet, just needs a few more minutes. I was actually thinking about making that salad you like so much.”

Sarah grinned. “Is someone else picking up Taylor today?” She knew Marianne usually left at six sharp to pick up her grandchild.

Marianne headed back into the kitchen as she replied, “My husband’s back, so I get a little break these days.”

Hearing that, Sarah’s gossip radar instantly lit up. She followed after her, teasing with a playful wink. “Then what are you still doing here? You should hurry home! Don’t keep Uncle waiting — wouldn’t want him blaming us for keeping you from your precious couple time.”

Even though Marianne was older, her cheeks still flushed red at Sarah’s teasing. She turned back, pretending to scold, “You little rascal.”

Sarah casually grabbed a cherry tomato from the fruit basket and popped it into her mouth, casually asking, “Nothing happened at home while I was gone, right?”

Without thinking, Marianne replied easily, “What could possibly happen?”

But the next second, her hands stopped mid-chop — clearly remembering something.

Sarah caught the change in her expression immediately and asked, “Marianne, what’s wrong?”

Marianne hesitated, not sure if she should say anything. She stood there for a long time, struggling to find the right words.

Sarah could tell something was definitely up. She softened her voice, “Marianne, I don’t know what you’re worried about, but whatever it is — if you don’t want anyone else to know, or if you just want me to pretend I never heard it — I can do that.”

“Well, of course!”

But as soon as Sarah stepped out of the kitchen, the relaxed smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a heavy, thoughtful expression.

She had a pretty good guess about what had caused the argument between Melvin and his mother.

Most likely, Melvin had found out about what Mr. Sullivan had done.

After all, no secret could stay hidden forever. Everything Mrs. Sanders had done would eventually be dragged into the light.

But Sarah had no plans to use this to drive a wedge between Melvin and his mother. Whatever trouble she got herself into, she preferred to handle it on her own, without dragging anyone else down with her.

Besides, she had expected all along that when it came down to it, Melvin would stand by her side.