"What!" Aunt May widened her eyes at Evelyn Morgan's words, "You both... divorced? Young Madam, you must be joking! How could you be divorced?"
Evelyn didn't speak, softly biting her thin lips, her eyes red.
"Really... really divorced?" Aunt May was somewhat in disbelief, "What happened? You should just humble yourself to the young master! You've just been married for such a short time, how could you be divorced already?"
"I was never worthy of him in the first place." Evelyn's voice was soft and gentle, "Getting a divorce is quite normal!"
"Who says that?" Aunt May was heartbroken, "Young Madam, you're pure, kind, and optimistic; you're a perfect match with the young master! Besides, since you're already married, you shouldn't divorce so easily."
"I'm not the one who wanted the divorce." Evelyn felt aggrieved, "He was the one who wanted it! Boo hoo—It's not me..."
Aunt May was even more baffled.
