Avery looked down at the tears in Diana's eyes. She was about to warn her when she felt a cod presence.

"Stop!"

Everyone was shaken at the old voice gravitating. And Diana suddenly knelt down.

If it were a tv series, Avery felt every character was present except the leading actor.

"Get off Diana, how can you hit her without any reason?"

Mrs. Howel walked in. She wore a black and white Chanel suit with a white mink coat. Although she was old, she led a delicate life.

But her look wasn't as bright as her outfits. She was how Diana was pulled by her hair and looked painful as she entered. She asked her housekeeper to split them up.

Maureen Fletcher was a vicious dog following every word Mrs. Howel said. She charged over and grabbed Avery by her hand to pull her handoff.

Avery felt pain. She looked down, and the fingernails cut her hand skins. Maureen's hands were fat and black with long and sharp nails.

Inside her fingers was Avery��s blood.

"Mrs. Howel...

Diana was shaking all over her body. She looked so pitiful that she was a spooked kitten.

Mrs. Howel walked slowly, but she soon stood in front of Diana. She lowered to help her up, "Poor girl, get up. Why do you kneel in front of her? I've seen it, and she pulled your hair."

Then she glared at Avery. Her look was not fixated. After she dealt with Avery the last few times, she knew Avery was a tough character.

And she came today with a different purpose. So she didn't plan to lecture her, but she looked up and yelled, "Where is Evan? Is he going to turn up after these two fight the hell over him?"

Avery pressed her bleeding hand back. She looked at Mrs. Howel with surprise. She thought she would punish her with Howel's rules. She even thought about how to deal with her later. But she asked for Evan?

Did she think Evan would take Diana's side?

Avery sneered. It was so boring. She didn't know why Mrs. Howel could be sure Evan would help her.

As she was thinking, Evan turned up. He slowly descended from the stairs, standing straight up. He had a strong presence, followed by Tinder, who looked downstairs. It wasn't a mess as he thought it would be. At least nothing was broken, yet.

"Evan, you're here. I was going to send someone to you. And here you are," Mrs. Howel looked up and kept her graceful manner, "I came here to see my great-granddaughter. And I walked in and saw Avery pulling Diana's hair."

Then she let go of Diana and walked over to Evan, "You should go and talk to them. Where is my great-granddaughter? I bought her tons of clothes. I want to see her."

Avery lifted her eyebrows. Checking on her daughter was why Mrs. Did Howel come here?

Out of instinct to protect her daughter, Avery stopped Mrs. Howel right away, "She's asleep. It's not a good time."

Mrs. Howel passed her and walked left. Avery also walked left. She walked right, and Avery did the same. It was clear she didn't want Mrs. Howel through.

"What? Can't I see the little princess as her great grandmother?" Mrs. Howel gave Evan a look asking for help, "Evan, you wouldn't let me near her since she was born. I am her great grandmother, you know."

Before Evan could answer, Diana said, "Leonie just said Evan and I were no longer married. I gave birth to my child for her sake. Maybe Diana would take my place one day and become Evan's wife. So, Mrs. Howel, you're barking up the wrong tree with me. Your great-grandchild isn't born yet."

An invisible slap fell on both hands, one was Mrs. Howel, and the other was Diana.

Diana didn't expect that Avery repeated what she said. She shook her head right away, "I didn't... how could I say that?"

Mrs. Howel was also unhappy to hear it, "Her father is Evan, that makes her a Howel. What you say doesn't count."

"Really" Although Mrs. Howel was old, her body height withdrew a bit. But they could tell she was a tall woman when she was young. She was only three or four cm shorter than Avery with her square heels.

Avery looked right at her eyes. Maybe it was out of protection, and she just got worried that Mrs. Howel would do something to her daughter. In the past, she used to pick on her about everything she did.

She stared coldly at Mrs. Howel's grey eyes, "If you acknowledge my daughter, it's fine you visit her."

Mrs. Howel thought she agreed and hurried her, "Then get out of my way."

But Avery didn't get out of the way and stood right there. She said, "If you want to see my daughter, you have to acknowledge me in public too."

Evan, who was coming down slightly, paused and smiled.

Avery kept surprising him.

He didn't walk over. He wanted to know what more she would say.

Mrs. Howel pouted. Her sarcastic look was transparent. She gave Avery a look with despise, "I can't decide. It depends on Evan."

"Okay," Avery nodded, "Then after he's willing to marry me, and I'm officially Mrs. Howel, you can see my daughter."

Avery focused on "my daughter" and made it clear Mrs. Howel had nothing to do with her daughter.

"You!"

Mrs. Howel started to gasp for air because of what Avery said. Her face went red and said, "Does my great-granddaughter really have some unknown disease as they say? Is that why you won't let me see her?"

From the baby was born till now, Mrs. Howel never got to see the child. People wouldn't say anything in front of her. But she did know about their gossip.

So she decided to take a look.

Avery smiled coldly, "Since she has no relations to you, whether she has diseases or not is none of your business."

"How come? If so, why do you live here?"

Mrs. Howel was pushed to the corner. She had to behave like the lady of the estate. Since Avery didn't acknowledge her daughter was a Howel, she had to throw her mother out.

"Yeah, you remind me..." Avery turned around and looked back at Evan, "This is the place for me and my daughter."