Chapter 442 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Cornelia led Marcus and the others upstairs, stopping in front of the door. She tried to unlock it but found the lock had been changed. Instantly. Cornelia knew this was Robison’s doing “Granny Luisa, wait here. I’ll go sort it oul ” Marcus immediately said. “I’ll go with you” “No need help me hold this” Cornelia carefully handed Granny Rebecca’s urn to Marcus “Don’t worry, I be right back” Marcus was bound to worry if Cornelia went alone. But with Ayden around, Marcus was confident no one would mess with her, so he let her go Cornelia come downstairs alone and saw Cristina still walking back and forth outside the elevator, just like a sneaky thief. Seeing Cornelia coming down, she quickly put on a fake smile. “You bitch, I offered to to have you my house, but you insist bringing them upstairs What’s the point?”
• Cornelia didn’t have the patience for chit–chat “Give me the key” “The key is with Robison. Go find him if you want it, Cristina retorted. Cornelia glared at her, “Are you really not giving it to me?” Cristina played dumb, “What? What do you want from me?” “I once sent Robison to jail for a few days Wouldn’t mind doing the same for you” Cornelia shot back. “Think you own the police, do you? Sending us to jail at your whim? Cristina scoffed. “Do you realize breaking into someone’s house is illegal? That changing someone’s locks without their permission is a crime? If I press charges, it’ll be more than a few days in jail Don’t use ignorance to showcase your stupidity” Cornelia retorted. “I’m not scared of you, Cristina sneered Robison is your granny’s son. She’s gone, so the house is his What’s wrong with changing the locks?”
• ‘Don’t forget, when Robison refused to pay for my grandmother’s medical bills, we cut ties. He’s got nothing to do with my granny anymore, so this house can’t possibly be his,” Cornelia responded Cornelia felt relieved that her granny had severed ties with Robison in time. Otherwise, this only house would have fallen into this shameless couple’s hands. Cristina chuckled, “Whether Robison is your granny’s son or not, that’s between him and your granny. You have no say in this.” From Cristina’s tone, it was clear she was trying to wriggle out of this. But Cornelia wasn’t worried. They had officially severed ties and it was legally binding. Cristina couldn’t play dumb. Without saying another word to Cristina, Cornelia looked up a locksmith’s number from a community ad and called him over to unlock her house.