Once the formalities were completed, the lawyers took their leave.
Tracy sat on the sofa in the meeting room, staring at the two marriage certificates on the coffee table, feeling deeply ironic and glaring.
She let out a bitter laugh, and the elderly lady sitting opposite understood her feelings. She walked over, patted Tracy's hand, and comforted her, "Don't worry, Grandma won't let that brat wrong you!"
After speaking, she turned to leave, shouting as she walked, "Steward Saber, Steward Saber, prepare the car. We'll take a trip to the city..."
Tracy sat there, listening to the old lady's voice gradually receding. She tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Wronged? What's there to be wronged by?..."
She stood up, picked up the two marriage certificates, and returned to the master bedroom. She put them into the nightstand, looking at the luxurious, massive room with the red celebratory bed sheets set specially for today.
