Chapter 877 - 871: Even a Man as Cold as Liam Coldwell Can Be Won Over

At least when interacting, it doesn’t give people that vigilant feeling.

She thought that this was probably because they naturally clicked.

Summer Shawcross’s words made Mrs. Grant pause for a moment, lightly sighing with a hint of helplessness on her face.

"I... haven’t decided yet."

Upon hearing this, Summer Shawcross nodded and then looked over at the café opposite the maternity store, suddenly speaking up to suggest to Mrs. Grant.

"There’s a café nearby, let’s go have a seat."

After she spoke, Mrs. Grant was first surprised, then nodded in agreement.

"Alright."

The three of them left the maternity store together and went to that café, finding a quiet corner to sit.

Mrs. Grant and Katherine Irving ordered coffee, while Summer Shawcross could only lower her head to drink water from her thermos.

She didn’t have a choice. Before heading out today, the butler specifically reminded her not to randomly eat or drink things from outside.

"Mrs. Grant, are you planning to let those adulterers off so easily?" Summer Shawcross didn’t speak, but Katherine Irving beside her couldn’t hold back, speaking up for her.

Just thinking about the smug look on that fake-faced woman earlier made her still somewhat angry.

It was the first time she had seen such an audacious mistress!

"If not that, what else can I do..." Listening to Katherine Irving’s words, Mrs. Grant gave a bitter smile, then looked at Summer Shawcross, her face full of helplessness.

"You’ve probably heard, Mrs. Drexler, I’ve been married to him for so many years and still have no children."

Mrs. Grant paused at this point without interrupting her and instead listened to her continue.

"And that woman got pregnant after only a year with him. His parents have always disliked me because of this, and now, the Grant family can no longer tolerate me." Mrs. Grant spoke slowly, even though her face showed no traces of time, her skin well-maintained, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say she looked like she was in her twenties, but at this moment, her eyes revealed some fatigue.

Saying this, Mrs. Grant sighed once more, then looked at Summer Shawcross, opening her mouth to plead.

"Mrs. Drexler, could you help me think of an idea?"

"Me?" Summer Shawcross pointed at herself in surprise, somewhat unbelieving that she would be asked for advice.

"During dinner last time, we all could see that Mr. Drexler is very attentive to you, so... could you teach me how to make him focus? I don’t expect him to treat me like he treats you, at least don’t make me so embarrassed in the future." Mrs. Grant looked at Summer Shawcross with a face full of seriousness.

Not only she but clearly other wives were also in admiration of Summer Shawcross during that dinner, so she believed that this woman, who could contain even such a cool-headed man, must have some formidable methods.

So, she gathered her courage to ask for guidance.

"..." After Mrs. Grant finished speaking, Summer Shawcross was stunned, her facial expression becoming immediately complex.

At this moment, listening to Mrs. Grant’s words, she suddenly understood why after that dinner, every wife enthusiastically sought her out for chats, all ultimately revolving around one topic... the art of taming a husband...

She found it strange at the time, instinctively thinking she misunderstood, but now hearing Mrs. Grant’s words, she finally understood what was going on.