Melody looked at Rosalie and felt that Rosalie was different from before. She seemed to be… more confident and sharper with her words.

Realizing this, Melody was displeased. “Don’t ever think that with the announcement Byron made online today, you’ll be Mrs. Lawrence soon. How dare you speak to me like this?!”

Rosalie was not afraid at all. “I’ve never taken myself as Mrs. Lawrence. All I’ve been doing is trying to talk some sense into you. If you think what I’m telling you is unbearable, why don’t you think of what you just said?”

She had been speaking politely, but each of her words stabbed into Melody’s weak points.

Melody’s face was ashen, and she looked at Lucian and Nox.

The two little ones looked at her with hostility.

Although they hoped their grandmother would accept them, the little boys were unhappy to hear her condemning them.

Moreover, Melody was bullying their mommy, and they could never smile at her in such a situation.

Anger flared in her when Melody looked into