Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 925 Excited

Mr. Lyon Amber looked at Mrs. Lyon, "I know what you're saying, but Mrs. Lyon, are you sure you don't blame me? Cole is your son, and he's upset because I said no, and you really don't blame me?" "You have asked me this question before, and I will answer you again.

Of course not." Mrs. Lyon took her hand.

"I told you, just because Cole loves you doesn't mean you have to say yes to him.

Relationships are things that require both parties to like each other.

If you both like each other, stay together.

If one of them doesn't feel that way, then he or she should seriously refuse the other party so that he or she should move on.

You did nothing wrong.

Why should I blame you? Although I am old, but I am still open-minded, although it..." "Mrs. Lyon, please say what you want to say." Amber looked at her.

Mrs. Lyon sighed regretfully, "Although, I do want you to be my daughter-in-law, but then neither you nor Cole would be happy.

After all, I know Cole is not your type, and you're never going to fall in love with Cole anyway and if you stick together, you're just going to end up as an angry couple.

So, rather than having you as my daughter-in-law, I'd rather you replace someone right for you and be happy." "As for Cole." Mrs. Lyon smiled again, "He's going through a rough patch right now, but I'm sure it's only temporary.

He'll come out of it when he meets the right person.

So Amber, you don't have to worry about him.

And it's a good thing he's not here tonight, because it would have been awkward for you to see him, and he would have been uncomfortable seeing you and Jared.

In that case, you might as well not see each other, don't you think?" "Mrs. Lyon..." Amber hugged Mrs. Lyon directly, "Thank you, Mrs. Lyon.

Thank you very much" Mrs. Lyon stared for a moment, then patted her on the back and smiled, "All right, all right.

Let's get out of here." "Okay." Amber pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled again.

They walked hand in hand out of the kitchen.

Halfway down the road, Amber separated from Mrs. Lyon and went to the bathroom.

Mrs. Lyon returned to the living room alone.

Seeing Mrs. Lyon alone and Amber nowhere to be seen, Jared stopped his business meeting with Mr. Lyon, looked at her and said, "Mrs. Lyon, where's Little Leaf?" Satisfied by the concern in his voice, though, Mrs. Lyon gave a mock snort of disapproval, "She went to the bathroom.

What? You thought I lost Amber?" "I didn't mean that." Jared was relieved to hear Amber had just gone to the bathroom, so he explained, "I'm just worried because I can't see her." "Well, what are you worried about? How could anything happen to Amber in my house?" Mrs. Lyon glanced at him.

Jared pursed his lips and stopped talking.

At this point, Mr. Lyon stepped in as the peacemaker.

He glanced at Mrs. Lyon and said, "All right, what are you talking about? Jared is just worried about Amber.

The couple are at the very best of times and are inseparable, how could he not be worried when he didn't see her?" "Well, now you're defending him?" Mrs. Lyon pointed to Jared.

Oh, this old man! They agreed that they would test Jared together and give him a hard time until he passed all the tests.

But what did he do? He was so nice to Jared from the start, and he forgot all about what he promised her.

Mr. Lyon did not know what was in Mrs. Lyon's mind.

When he heard Mrs. Lyon's words, he smiled shyly, "Well, I can't help it.

Jared bought me some nice wine, and I feel bad about not defending him." Mrs. Lyon rolled her eyes, "Come on!" Jared's eyes glistened as the middle-aged couple bickered.

He retrieved the bottles and placed them ona coffee table in front of Mr. Lyon, "Mr. Lyon, before we eat, why don't you take a look at these wines I sent you to see if you like them?" "Okay." Mr. Lyon nodded. He had been meaning to open it for a long time.

He loved wine very much, after all.

But it was a gift from Jared, and he couldn't open it since Jared was still here.

That was impolite.

So, he had to suck it up.

But in his heart, he was looking forward to it so much that there was a cat scratching him.

Now Jared offered to let him open it, which was exactly what he wanted.

So, he had no reason to say no.

Mr. Lyon scooped up some of Jared's bags happily and began unpacking them.

When he opened the box in the first bag and saw the wine inside, Mr. Lyon froze, thinking he had made a mistake.

He quickly rubbed his eyes, then looked again to make sure it was the same thing.

When he was sure that he was right, he immediately cried out excitedly.

Mrs. Lyon, who was drinking tea, was startled, and almost choked to death.

She put down her teacup and looked angrily at Mr. Lyon, "What are you doing? Why did you cry out so suddenly?" Mr. Lyon ignored her, shaking his hand toward the second bag. When Mrs. Lyon saw that he only cared about gifts and didn't care what she said, she was so angry that she turned away and ignored him.

Jared rubbed his teacup in his hand and a subtle smile as he watched the scene.

Soon, Mr. Lyon's second voice rang out.

Mrs. Lyon shuddered again and jumped up from the couch.

"Lyon, are you crazy or something? Why are you acting so weirdly?" Mr. Lyon ignored her and stared at the four bottles in two boxes in front of him, shaking with excitement.

"These......

These are original wines from some of the world's most famous wineries." He looked at Jared and asked Jared if he was wrong.

Jared gave him a courtesy nod to show that he was right.

When Jared said yes, Mr. Lyon became even more excited and shook even more, "It's really the original wine, wow, I never thought I would actually see the original wine one day, and the original wine from so many different wineries.

My life has not been in vain." Seeing Mr. Lyon excited as if he could die at any time without any regret, Mrs. Lyon curled her mouth disdainfully.

"It's just some bottles of wine.

Is it worth it?" "What do you know?" Mr. Lyon cast a scornful glance at her.

"These are all original wines, the first to be produced when these wineries were built.

Each bottle of this wine is worth millions.

There are only a hundred bottles in the world, and you can't buy them even though you are rich.

I dream of owning a bottle, but I always regret my lack of status.

I never thought that the wine I always wanted to own would one day appear in front of me, and there are so many of them, I...

I was so touched." Mr. Lyon held the bottles and loved them very much.

Mrs. Lyon went from dismissive to shocked to incredulous, leaving Jared amused.

"Millions?" Mrs. Lyon gulped and looked at the bottles in Mr. Lyon's arms, "Really? Just a few bottles of wine, worth millions a bottle?" She knew some wines were valuable, but the most expensive she knew were only a few hundred thousand.

What she didn't know was that there were now wines worth millions.

Had the world gone mad? She suddenly felt that the Lyon family, once rich, was suddenly poor.

At least they didn't have the luxury of spending millions on a bottle of wine.