Chapter 64


    Mable got down from the car and looked coldly at the luxurious mansion in front of her.


    In the two years she was married to ir, she had only been to the Fowler Residence several


    times.


    Every time she came, she was either criticized by Martha or bullied by the Fowlers’ rtives.


    Everyone knew she was not favored by ir and was so weak that even the servants bullied her.


    Once, Martha punished her for pouring tea that was too hot by making her kneel in the garden for


    the whole afternoon. She fainted due to heat stroke, but everyone ignored her. In the end, it was


    Tracey who arrived in time to take her to the hospital.


    Therefore, Mable did not have good memories of the Fowler Residence.


    Seeing that she was not moving, the maid urged her, “Why are you still standing there? Aren’t you


    going in?!”


    As the maid spoke, she reached out to push Mable’s shoulder.


    Mable grabbed the maid’s hand and pped her in the face.


    The maid was dumbfounded. She held her face as she screamed, “You! How dare you hit me?!”


    Mable sneered. “Why not?!”


    When she lost her memory in the past, she was so cowardly that everyone bullied her. Now that she


    had regained it, she wanted to make them pay the price!


    Mable uttered coldly, “Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?!”


    “I serve Mrs. Jefferson. She won’t spare you for hitting me!”


    After saying that, the maid ran into the house while holding her face.


    Martha and Luke were talking inside. When they heard themotion, they looked at the door at


    the same time.


    “Sir, Madam, Mable is here.”


    “Aunt Betty, what happened to your face?” Martha saw the p mark on her face at a nce.


    Aunt Betty walked over to her andined while crying, “Mable hit me. I only asked her to move


    faster, and she pped me! Madam, you have to stand up for me!”


    Luke shouted angrily, “How dare she!”


    For Mable to do that in his home, she was simply disregarding him!


    Mable walked in with high heels and looked indifferently at Martha and Luke on the sofa.


    “Why did you want to see me?”


    Luke sized her up with narrowed eyes.


    He did not have much of an impression of her. Including this time, he had only seen her twice.


    He knew ir liked someone else and only married Mable because they urged him to get married.


    Luke had always thought ir had no feelings for Mable. He had an understanding that they would


    naturally get divorced once ir got tired of her after some time, so he never asked about them.


    So, when he learned that ir got injured to save Mable, he became concerned.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    Martha pointed at Mable and questioned her coldly, “Mable, how dare you hit someone in my


    home?!”


    Mable nced at the maid whoined about her. “Oh, well, I did it anyway. What do you


    want?”


    Martha was furious. “Get your ass over here!”


    ‘I must teach this bitch a lesson today!’


    Mable lifted her chin slightly and asked arrogantly, “Are you ordering me?”


    “You!”


    “That’s enough!” Luke cut off Martha.


    He took a sip of his tea and looked meaningfully at Mable. “Should I call you Mable or Agnes?”


    They had just learned that Mable was actually Agnes, the eldest daughter of the Jeffersons in


    Ashdale.


    Mable smiled faintly. “Up to you.”


    Luke fiddled with the walnut in his palm and said, “We called you here today to tell you that you


    must divorce ir, whether you’re Mable or Agnes.”


    He had heard about what happened in Ashdale. Mable made a fuss at her cousin’s wedding, and


    her cousin and second uncle disappeared the next day.


    Even the Snyders got into an ident.


    Luke knew Mable was resourceful and capable. If they let her stay with ir, it would not do their


    family any good.


    Besides, the Jeffersons were very close to a certain family. It would be bad if Mable deliberately


    approached the Fowlers for that.


    Luke could not let his family take the risk.


    Mable sneered. “Oh, you don’t know yet, do you? ir and I are already divorced.”


    “You’re divorced? Really?!” Marthe was excited.


    It seemed ir had taken her words into consideration that day.


    ‘That’s my good son.’


    Mable looked at Martha’s smug face and smirked as she added, “But he’s pursuing me now and


    wants to remarry me.”