The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce

Just as the assistant was about to speak, Grace cut in: “Why should I apologize when it’s not my fault?”

Why should she apologize to Gillian Thompson, after being both unjustly scorned and splashed with food?

Seeing Grace’s defiant attitude, the assistant’s complexion slightly changed.

Leveraging her crutch, Gillian smiled brilliantly. “See, assistant, she won’t acknowledge her mistake. If she doesn’t apologize today, this matter won’t be concluded.”

The assistant’s gaze cooled significantly just as Vivian Wilson approached them.

“There are a lot of people in the cafeteria. Maybe you should change locations. Get this sorted out privately so that everyone doesn’t know about it.”

Vivian, wearing a short cotton jacket and a long, dark wool skirt with her raven hair flowing down to her waist, looked both elegant and intellectual through her golden-rimmed glasses.

Upon seeing Vivian, Grace was slightly surprised and momentarily speechless.

She hardly saw Vivian; she didn’t expect her to step in now.

On second thought, since Vivian was poised to become Damian’s assistant, it seemed normal for her to meddle in the affairs of the Thompson family.

Gillian observed Vivian with discerning eyes.

She had heard of this girl, a very outstanding student from Capital City University who rejected overseas corporations to choose the Thompson Group.

Vivian’s sudden appearance made Gillian unable to gauge her attitude. The prospect of Vivian becoming her brother’s assistant made Gillian’s heart flutter with unease.

Her study abroad is a secret from the Thompson family. Should she become infamous at school, she feared it might get noticed by the Thompson family.

Surveying the bustling cafeteria, Gillian felt her nerves rattle.

“Grace, there indeed are too many people here. Let’s move somewhere else to solve this,” Gillian suggested proactively.

Vivian pointed towards a nearby door, “We can go to that cabin, professors and I usually dine there, but they’re all in class now, it’s empty.”

Alicia glanced inside and gripped Grace’s hand, “Grace, your hair and clothes are full of oil. Let’s go back to the dormitory to wash up first?”

Grace didn’t respond, but Vivian kindly said, “That’s fine. You can clear yourself up first then…”

“No need,” Grace took the tissue Alicia handed her, wiping her face and hair, and coldly chuckled, “Let’s go in. We need to deal with this incident properly.”

She won’t just let it pass that she was splashed with food and insulted.

If she went back to the dorm now, that would be akin to letting the tiger return to the mountain, and she would have to swallow her bitterness.

But she can’t swallow this. She won’t swallow it.

Seeing Grace march into the room, her hair a mess, Vivian raised her eyebrows, appreciating her defiance.

If it were Vivian being splattered with oily food, she probably wouldn’t have been able to tolerate it even for a few seconds and would have gone straight for a wash.

But Grace was different. She seemed not to care about her appearance, just for the sake of settling the score.

Everyone entered the room, blocking the prying eyes of the spectators.

Seeing Vivian follow them, Gillian’s heart pounded heavily.

She still couldn’t gauge Vivian’s attitude.

If Vivian complained to her brother, her time at Capital City University might be compromised.

To her surprise, Vivian’s next words reassured her.

“Grace, just apologize.”

As soon as the door closed, Vivian’s gentle demeanor changed.

“It’s for your own good.”

At the entrance of the cafeteria, Molly Walker, Damian Thompson, and others walked in.

Everyone in the cafeteria looked at them, the atmosphere subtly changing.

There were plenty of good-looking students in the university, but this group was something else. They made you think celebrities were out on a show.

Not to mention, all of them were astonishingly attractive. The men were handsome, the women beautiful.

“So handsome…”

Someone let it slip, causing the other females to blush and turn their gaze shyly away.

Molly surveyed the surroundings but didn’t spot Gillian and her group.

Just now, an undercover member in the school mentioned that Gillian and Grace were still in the cafeteria, why couldn’t they see them now?

“Ivy, had enough fun yet?” Damian’s handsome face hardened, “Didn’t you say Gabriel’s causing trouble in the cafeteria? Where is she?”

Molly frowned, according to the intel, it shouldn’t be false.

At this moment, students at the next table were discussing the recent events.

“Even though it’s bad to bully disabled people, if someone dumped a bowl of food over me, I would definitely retaliate.”

“Retaliate? You must be joking, she’s disabled. What happens if she clings to you? Are you ready to take care of her for the rest of your life?”

“Still, you can’t let others bully you. The sophomore lady is too nice. If I were her, regardless if the other person is disabled or not, I’d give them a taste of their own medicine.”

The girls chatted about the recent occurrences while eating.

A voice suddenly entered the conversation.

“Where’s this disabled person you spoke about?”

The clear voice was like a stream soothing pebbles, a gust of wind on a spring day, a baptism for your ears.

The dining girls lifted their heads to see, their pupils dilating in shock.

Molly Walker wore a windbreaker with a leisurely and carefree demeanor. Her simple clothes accentuated her delicate and radiant beauty. Her slightly curved eyes showed brown pupils, stunningly beautiful.

One of the girls snapped out of it first, and pointed to a room not far away. “They went in there.”

Hearing what the girl said, Damian’s brows furrowed.

Could it be that Gabriel truly caused trouble at school?

He repeatedly warned her to be low-key at school. As per their conversation, it seemed Gabriel stirred up quite a commotion.

Having collected the information, Molly headed towards the indicated room.

Damian also followed suit.

“You heard them too, Gillian Thompson splashed food at someone.”

Molly glanced sideways, her cold gaze meeting Damian’s.

If Damian was still not awake to the reality, she would have to teach Gillian a lesson.

The organization’s members reported that Gillian had a dispute with Grace. If Gillian splashed food all over Grace…

Molly imagined a lovely girl in her school uniform. A girl not greedy nor snobbish, who even helped her teach Phoebe Belmont a lesson.

Realizing such a person was bullied by Gillian, Molly clenched her fists, warmth spreading from her palm to her heart, and a chill spread outwards.

“You’re taking another person’s words for granted.” Damian was noncommittal, “What you’re saying about Gabriel causing trouble, I won’t believe any hearsay unless I see her myself.”

Though he said this, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of apprehension.

Could that “disabled person” truly be Gabriel?