"Aiden..." The classic beauty looked tearfully at Aiden Grant, who was leaning on Lily Shaw and glared at her with eyes as fierce and cold as a wild beast.
Lily Shaw watched the classic beauty crying softly on the ground with a faint smile, subtly shifting so the man beside her could get a better view.
The scene right now is like this: a delicate beauty shedding tears for Aiden Grant, her face wet and fragile, half-reclining on the ground in a graceful pose, her eyes full of affection, impossible to hide. Any man would melt at this sight, wouldn't they?
Lily Shaw mentally imagined Aiden Grant pushing her aside, rushing over to the classic beauty on the floor, and then she would naturally sit down with Eldest Young Master Grant to talk about divorce.
A flicker of anxiety flashed in Aiden Grant's eyes, and he spoke cautiously, "Honey, I…"
