Upon hearing these words, Isla Astir did not get angry but simply responded with a faint smile, "Why shouldn’t I be proud? I am now Mandel Thompson’s rightfully wedded Mrs. Thompson, and we love each other dearly. As for you, putting it nicely, you’re the girl-next-door who grew up with Brandon, and speaking unpleasantly, you’re just a mistress trying to wedge into soone else’s relationship. Miss Sumr, you supposedly co from a distinguished and noble background, a lady educated at high levels. Even if you disregard your own dignity, you should at least honor that of Uncle Sumr and Aunt Sumr."
Jean Beckman ca fully prepared.
She even braced herself to be slapped by Isla Astir.
But she never expected Isla Astir to behave like this.
Isla Astir actually dared to mock her as a mistress.
Filled with anger, Jean Beckman retorted, "The person Brandon loves is , you’re the mistress!"
Instead of getting mad, Isla Astir laughed, "If he loves you, why wouldn’t he marry you? Miss Sumr, one should be self-aware. You also need to do less of these humiliating acts for yourself."
Having said that, she picked up her bag, slightly got up, "Your coffee is on , Miss Sumr, no need to be polite."
"Isla Astir, you stop right there!" Jean Beckman stood up as well.
Isla Astir looked back slightly, "Does Miss Sumr have any further advice?"
Jean Beckman continued, "Just you wait, Brandon will divorce you one day!"
This marriage is bound to end.
Isla Astir did not directly reply to Jean Beckman but instead posed a question, "Do you know when a woman is at her ugliest, Miss Sumr?"
"If Miss Sumr doesn’t know, you might look in the mirror, or open the selfie mode on your phone. As a lady born into a grand family, you should learn to control your emotions. Acting like a shrew, Miss Sumr, really loses face!"
In contrast to each other.
Isla Astir remained calm, while Jean Beckman was hysterical.
Their difference beca imdiately apparent.
Jean Beckman took a deep breath, staring intensely at Isla Astir, barely able to contain her fury.
Isla Astir, this little tramp.
Who gave her such gall!
How dare she?
As a daughter of the wealthy Sumr family, Jean Beckman had never been subjected to such an insult. She raised her hand and fiercely tried to slap Isla Astir’s face.
Slap!
As expected, the sound of a slap rang out.
But the one who was hit wasn’t Isla Astir; it was Jean Beckman instead.
It was seen that Isla Astir had grabbed Jean Beckman’s hand with her left hand, then said, "This slap is to teach Miss Sumr a lesson in how to behave! I hope you rember this lesson; this is not the Sumr family where no one will spoil you."
If Isla Astir were just an ordinary girl, she would not have caught the eye of Mandel Thompson.
As the future lady of the Thompson Clan, naturally, she could not lose her presence.
Otherwise, how could she manage the big picture in the future?
After saying this, Isla Astir turned and left.
Jean Beckman just watched Isla Astir’s departing figure, nearly fainting from rage.
Tramp!
Tramp!
She didn’t understand how Mandel Thompson could fall for soone like Isla Astir, such a shrew.
After returning, Isla Astir did not tell Mandel Thompson about this incident.
It was unnecessary to share such annoying matters; she could handle them on her own.
Mandel Thompson was already working so hard every day; there was no need to transfer negative energy to him.
Just as she returned to the Thompson Family Manor, Mary Perryne greeted her with a smile, "Isla’s back."
"Mom."
Mary Perryne continued, "The weather will be nice tomorrow, have Brandon bring your parents over for a few days, and bring over Nino and Lucky too. The little fellows bread and Mantou love playing with Nino and Lucky."
"Alright," Isla Astir nodded slightly, smiling, "It’s just that I’m not sure if my parents will be comfortable living here."
After all, the most comfortable place for the elderly is their own ho.
Mary Perryne scolded affectionately, "What’s there to be uncomfortable about? You and Brandon are here; isn’t it just like being in their own house? They have only you as their daughter, and since you used to live together, it must be hard for them to adjust with you marrying out suddenly. Our ho is spacious; surely we can accommodate two more elders?"
Mary Perryne was genuinely inviting Isla Astir’s parents over to stay.
As parents herself, she could understand the hardships faced by Astir’s parents.
"Mom, thank you," Isla Astir looked at Mary Perryne.
Mary Perryne said with a smile, "We are all family now, Isla. Now that you’re married here, you are my own daughter. Don’t be reserved at ho, and if Brandon ever dares to bully you, tell , and I will teach him a lesson for you!"
"You’re so good to , Mom." Isla Astir replied and added, "By the way, where’s Wennie? Wasn’t she ho this morning?"
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