Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 113: Who Does She Think She Is, to Come to the Quinn Family?

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Who Does She Think She Is, to Come to the Quinn Family?

Wren Sutton didn’t stay long at Isla Griffith’s. After getting Zoey settled, she left and drove to the Quinn residence.

Isla Griffith held Zoey as they watched the animated movie *Nezha*. The two of them were having a wonderful time together.

While the mood was pleasant, Isla Griffith probed gently, "Zoey, what are your mommy and daddy’s names?"

Zoey shook her head.

"You don’t know, or you don’t want to say?"

"No daddy, only mommy."

Isla Griffith tried a different tack. "Then what’s your mommy’s name?"

Zoey pointed at the door. "Mommy went out."

Isla Griffith was stunned, and found herself both amused and exasperated. "Sweetie, Wren Sutton isn’t your mommy."

Zoey got a little upset, retorting with a cute pout, "She is so my mommy."

...

The Quinn residence was exceptionally lively today.

The venue for the one-month banquet was decorated in a style that was both luxurious and warm, with whimsical, childlike touches adding the perfect finishing accent.

The hall was filled with guests. Men and women in magnificent attire carried themselves with elegance, gathering in small groups to chat. The air was filled with the sound of continuous laughter and cheerful conversation.

Uniformed waiters weaved methodically through the hall, carrying trays and offering drinks to the guests.

Every single one of the Quinns, from the family matriarch down to the children, wore a smile brimming with happiness.

"Congratulations, my dear friend! You’re a great-grandmother now."

"Thank you, thank you! In another two months, it’ll be your turn to be a great-grandmother."

"You’re the lucky one, having all your children around. My kids are all abroad and never come back."

Old Mrs. Quinn patted her friend’s hand comfortingly. "Our children will make their own way. Let’s not worry about them. The most important thing is that we take care of our own health."

"You’re right, my dear friend. I’ll listen to you."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"By the way, Zella should be here soon, shouldn’t she? You two are famously close, best friends since you were little. I haven’t seen her in ages, either."

At the mention of Old Mrs. Lancaster, Old Mrs. Quinn sighed with heartfelt sympathy.

"She desperately wanted to come, but unfortunately, she had a nasty fall a few days ago and is in the hospital now. I absolutely forbid her from coming, no matter what she says. An injury that affects bone and muscle takes a hundred days to heal. She has to rest properly. It’s no laughing matter."

"But she’d feel too guilty not coming, so she told me she’s sending her granddaughter-in-law to attend in her place."

Old Mrs. Quinn had just finished speaking when Wren Sutton walked into the main hall.

She wore a soft pink, cheongsam-style dress that complemented her gentle, elegant aura. Her hair was swept up into a beautiful coiffure, secured with a single pearl hairpin. She looked like a classic Jiangnan beauty who had stepped right out of a painting.

Despite the understated color of her attire, she drew the gazes of countless guests.

"Who is she? I don’t recognize her. I’ve never seen her before."

"She’s gorgeous. Her figure and her aura... she’s exactly my type."

"It looks like she came alone, without a companion."

"Maybe she’s a relative of the Quinns."

"She looks like a total vixen to me. The more buttoned-up they are in public, the wilder they get behind closed doors."

"Ladies, keep a close eye on your men. Women like her are experts at seduction. They seem docile on the surface, but deep down, they’re wild."

Wren Sutton felt the mixed gazes of the crowd upon her, a blend of admiration and disdain. Unfazed, she maintained a perfectly composed and graceful bearing as she made her way toward Old Mrs. Quinn.

"Grandma Quinn, hello. I’m Wren."

This was her first time meeting Old Mrs. Quinn in person; previously, she had only seen photographs of her.

The feeling was mutual for Old Mrs. Quinn. It was her first time meeting Wren Sutton in person, and she liked her instantly. One look was all it took to see that Wren was a cultured, well-mannered young woman. She even had a face that promised to bring good fortune to her husband.

"Ah, Wren. We were just speaking of you, and here you are."

Wren Sutton presented the gift with both hands. Her every movement was graceful and elegant, utterly flawless.

"Congratulations on becoming a great-grandmother. This is a gift from Old Mrs. Lancaster for the little master."

Her face beaming with joy, Old Mrs. Quinn opened the box and immediately took out the longevity lock, handing it to the butler.

"Go and put this on the little master."

"Yes, Old Mrs. Quinn."

Just then, Old Mrs. Quinn glanced around before lowering her voice to ask Wren, "Why didn’t Adrian accompany you today?"

"Something urgent came up and he had to go out of town. There was no way for him to make it back today. Please accept his apologies. I hope you won’t hold it against him." Wren delivered the social nicety with ease, protecting the Lancaster family’s reputation.

Old Mrs. Quinn was magnanimous and held no grudge against Adrian Lancaster. "Plans change. I completely understand."

Wren Sutton smiled graciously. "Thank you, on Adrian’s behalf."

Old Mrs. Quinn’s expression was kind and benevolent; she was growing fonder of Wren Sutton by the minute.

"Since you’re the only one here from the Lancaster family, you must sit next to me when the banquet begins."

"Of course," Wren Sutton replied.

Afterward, people came in a steady stream to congratulate Old Mrs. Quinn and speak with her. Wren tactfully stepped aside to give them space.

The banquet had not yet officially started, so she wandered around on her own, a glass of orange juice in her hand.

Not far away, the Marshall mother-daughter duo watched Wren Sutton’s every move.

"The sight of her makes me sick." Maya Marshall’s eyes were filled with resentment. "Who the hell does she think she is, showing her face at a Quinn family event?"

"This isn’t the time for petty squabbles," Mrs. Marshall warned. "Don’t forget our main purpose today."

Seeing Wren Sutton leave the main hall and head toward the more secluded rear garden, Mrs. Marshall prompted her daughter, "Here’s our chance."