At that moment, Jean Grant didn't know how to explain herself. She really had forgotten she'd ever said that.
"I... I..." She lowered her head. "Nicholas, I suddenly changed my mind. I want to wait a little longer before having children..."
His expression darkened, and he walked away without another word.
Sharon Ainsworth sneered. "Go home and ask my brother for a divorce. Stop embarrassing the Ainsworth family. If you weren't a daughter of the Grant family, if you weren't Quentin Grant's sister, do you think a slut like you could have ever married a man like my brother?"
Jean Grant slapped her across the face, catching Sharon completely off guard.
"Don't talk about 'if I weren't.' The fact is, I *am* a daughter of the Grant family and Quentin Grant's sister. And you? You just dared to hit me? I'm not someone you can afford to mess with. I won't divorce your brother." After speaking, she clutched her stomach and carefully walked back.
