Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 513 Ainsley Leaves the Easton's House

"It's not like that!" Ainsley shook her head.

"Am I wrong? Ainsley, if you weren't with Manuel, how could something like this happen? Besides, I don't mean to

blame you for what happened. I just feel that your dad loves you so much. I feel sorry for your family."

"Robyn, I don't want to talk about my dad." Ainsley's face was livid.

Robyn did not shut up because of Ainsley's dislike. Instead, she smiled even more brightly.

"Ainsley, you have poor psychological quality. You have experienced ups and downs. I mentioned your father

because I wanted you to remember your father's good. Don't always ignore your father for a man. I always thought

that when you were sick when you were a child, your father stayed by your side day and night. He didn't even care

about the company. It was me and your uncle who helped him. We know how hard it was for him," Robyn said word

by word.

Ainsley looked up at Robyn and said, "So you came to remind me that my father's death has something to do with

me?"

"Ainsley, you can’t wrong me. I was just chatting with you and sighing with emotion. Besides, things have already

happened. Even if I say these to remind you of the past, I didn't do anything wrong. I am your aunt, and I have the

right to tell you what to do."

Ainsley sneered, "Of course someone has the right to tell me what to do, like my uncle and my cousin, but not you."

"What do you mean?"

"How many times have you secretly set me up? Do you think I don't know? You have no right to mention my father

in front of me. For the sake that you are my senior, I haven't laid my cards on the table. But I advise you not to

provoke me," Ainsley said with red eyes.

Robyn immediately stood up angrily and glared at Ainsley. She couldn't believe that Ainsley would say this.

"How dare you talk to me like that!"

"You were the one who mentioned my dad first." Ainsley narrowed her eyes in anger.

"I wasn't wrong,"

Robyn's words echoed in Ainsley's ears like a curse. Ainsley reached out to cover her ears, but those voices did not

disappear. Only then did she understand that those voices came from her heart and mind.

"Stop talking! Shut up! Shut up!" She held back her anger and looked at Robyn resentfully.

Robyn snorted coldly, "If it really has nothing to do with you, why are you so resisting it?"

"Even if those words are true, there is no turning back," Ainsley sighed and said.

Robyn knew that Ainsley should be very guilty, so she sat down and continued, "You might as well stay at home at

this time. You also think my words are reasonable, right? Your cousin is so good to you. You won't let him die alone

in the future, right?"

Ainsley was stunned. How could she not understand what Robyn meant? Robyn just wanted her to pack up and get

out of here and never come back.

Ainsley took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll move out now."

"I didn't tell you to leave now. When I have time, I can accompany you to pack up your things." Although Robyn said

this, she didn't even get up. Ainsley turned back to her room. Ten minutes later, she pulled out a suitcase and

walked out of the house.

Robyn didn't even raise her eyes as she quietly looked at the photos in her hands.

She looked at Ainsley's crazed figure as she calmly poured herself another cup of tea and leisurely took a sip.

When Matteo returned home, he found that Ainsley was not there, and his mother was leisurely fiddling with the

photos in her hands on the sofa in the living room.

As soon as Matteo saw these photos, he had a headache. These days, Robyn had been setting him and ladies on

blind dates. He was fed up with that.

"Mom, where's Ainsley?"

"She's an adult and can do whatever she wants. I can't keep staring at her, can I? Besides, she wasn't there when I

came. I don't know where she went," Robyn said calmly.

"It shouldn't be," Matteo muttered.

Logically speaking, Ainsley had been depressed recently and should not be going anywhere.

Matteo looked at his mother again and felt that this matter had something to do with her.

Robyn had long been impatient because of Ainsley's matter. She stood up angrily and threw a few photos in front of

Matteo, saying coldly, "Matteo, you didn't go to the blind dates I arranged for you. What exactly do you want? Do

you really want the Easton family to have no offspring? You have to go to meet them. Otherwise, your father and I

will not treat you as our son!"

Matteo glanced at the photos on the coffee table in a good mood. He took out his phone and called Ainsley two

times, but her phone was turned off.

He was even more confused. How could she go out without saying a word?

He immediately entered Ainsley’s room. The quilt was neatly spread on the bed and the things on the bedside table

were all gone. He opened the wardrobe and saw that the clothes and luggage were all gone. He immediately

understood.

He rushed out of the room and looked at Robyn. "Mom! Where is Ainsley? She just left the hospital not long ago."

"You really care about your cousin, but don't forget, no matter how much you love her, you aren't related by blood.

I am your mother, and I should be the closest one to you,' Robyn said coldly.

"So, what exactly did you say to Ainsley?"

Robyn no longer hid it. "Are you still going to get married? You always talk about Ainsley. Is your mind full of her? Do

you want her to be your burden after you get married?"

Matteo took a deep breath and opened his scarlet eyes. "So, you told her this?"

Robyn looked away with a little guilt and said with disappointment, "I can never get married!"

He immediately slammed the door and left. The sound of the door closing startled Robyn. She gasped for breath in

panic. "Oh, dear. How dare he treat me like this?"

Robyn swept all the photos on the table to the ground and said angrily, "Little bitch, it's all your fault."

Matteo frantically called Ainsley, but no one picked up.

Two hours later, Matteo still got no news when he searched for Ainsley for two hours.

He sighed and dialed a number.

When the phone was connected, Manuel was in a meeting, and everyone quickly lowered their heads.

"What? I'll go over right now," Manuel said seriously.

After hanging up the phone, Manuel glanced at the people who were still in the meeting. He waved his hand and

said, "Let's call it a day."

The pedestrian street was lined with all kinds of shops. Whether it was a holiday or not, there was always an endless

stream of people on the road.