Chapter 192 Chandler’s Coming
The headlights were bright. Meryl instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes.
A beam of light slipped through her fingers, enveloping her silhouette in a soft glow.
Then Meryl saw Chandler’s exceptionally handsome face reflected through the windshield.
With a swish, the car stopped right in front of her.
Chandler immediately got out of the car with an umbrella.
His black leather shoes splashed on the rain-soaked ground as he confidently walked to her side.
The loneliness in her heart instantly dissipated. Meryl’s fingers unconsciously curled.
“Isn’t he supposed to be at a social event? Did it end so early?”
Chandler’s gaze fell on Meryl.
The first thing he noticed was the torn hem of her dress.
She stood in the darkness, exuding a sense of stubborn resilience.
Chandler felt a deep sense of heartache.
Imagining that she might have been wronged, Chandler’s eyes instantly darkened with coldness.
Seeing her face pale from the cold, he immediately took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
Gently placing his hand on Meryl’s shoulder, Chandler said softly, “Sorry I’m late.”
“You’re not late at all. Let’s go home,” Meryl said. She looked up at Chandler with a soft smile.
Chandler frowned slightly, recognizing that she was forcing herself to smile.
He was certain that she had been wronged tonight.
Lydia said, “Uncle Chandler, you might not know this. Auntie Meryl cut ties with Mom and Dad at the Stone Villa.”
“Cut ties?” Chandler asked, furrowing his brow.
Lydia nodded, as if she had finally found a good excuse to step on Meryl.
“Mom and Dad raised her for over ten years, and she just cuts ties like that. Don’t you think she’s ungrateful?”
Seeing that Chandler remained silent with a cold expression, Lydia continued, “She even wants the Stone Villa transferred to her name. Mom and Dad just said a few words to her, and she started discussing cutting ties with the family.
“Look at me. I chased after her with good intentions to try and talk some sense into her, but she pushed me into a puddle out of anger. Now I’m soaked, all thanks to her.”
Lydia exaggerated and embellished the whole story.
“Uncle Chandler, with Meryl being such a horrible person, why did you marry her? Did you two get married because she pursued you relentlessly, and things got out of hand? Were you forced into it?”
Lydia finished her words, then looked at Meryl with smug satisfaction.
Today, she wanted to tear down Meryl’s facade in front of Chandler, so she would never be able to hold her head high again.
Did she really think that being with Chandler would make her untouchable?
Chandler was the kind of person who couldn’t tolerate such behavior.
A man like him would never allow his wife to do something as ungrateful as cutting ties with her family.
The label of being unfilial would be enough to bring her down.
Chandler smiled, but it was laced with a chilling coldness.
“Oh? So this is what happened?”
Meryl felt it and looked up at him.
Chandler’s side profile was flawless. He had a high nose bridge, blue eyes, and a perfectly defined jawline.
It was the kind of handsomeness that could make anyone’s heart race with just one close look.
As if sensing Meryl’s gaze, Chandler turned his head to look at her.
In the dim light, Chandler noticed that Meryl’s lips were trembling.
Realizing that she was cold, Chandler gently held Meryl and led her towards the car.
“Get in the car first. There’s a blanket in the back seat. Wrap yourself in it.”
Meryl nodded slightly. She was soaked through. Although she wore Chandler’s suit jacket, it didn’t keep her warm.
The car had the heater on. As soon as she got in, she started to feel much better.
Chandler returned outside. The dense rain pelted down on the black umbrella in his hand.