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Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson

Chapter 339.2

Chapter 339.2 Where to Escape II

Ivette was horrified. Her eyes widened as she struggled desperately but to no avail.

Grace had been in kindergarten for two weeks.

Imogen often went to pick her up and drop her off in the first week. However, Imogen took time off to film in the second week, so the pick–up and drop–off became less frequent. By Saturday, the two had not seen each other for three days.

Upon seeing Imogen, Grace gave her two sweet kisses.

Imogen wiped the saliva from her face and asked with a smile, “Grace, where do you want to go to play today?”

“Imogen, I want to go to the amusement park.”

Although Grace was much more mature than her peers, she was still a child. All she wanted to do was play, especially after five days of school.

Imogen looked at the sky. It was gray.

The weather had been bad recently, with light rain pattering and heavy rain pouring.

It was drizzling this morning, which stopped now, but the weather was still cloudy. There was no sun, and it would probably rain again.

“How about I take you to eat something delicious?” Imogen suggested.

“I want to go to the amusement park in the morning and eat delicious food at noon.”

Only children made choices. Grace wanted them both!

Imogen felt speechless for a while.

She had to say, “Okay, then I will take you to the amusement park, but it may rain. If it rains, we will leave, okay?”

“Yeah,” Grace nodded.

In the car, Grace told Imogen about her recent life in kindergarten.

Imogen smiled and turned on a music station after Grace stopped talking.

After arriving at the amusement park, Grace had great fun and was soon immersed in happiness.

When getting off the merry–go–round, Grace looked up at the roller coaster with longing. Unfortunately, she was not old enough or tall enough to ride the roller coaster.

The little girl looked around, zeroed in on the slide, and trotted over.

The slide was in the free area, adjacent to the swings and seesaw.

There were several stalls not far away. Grace smelled the aroma of food as she pass by She stopped and took a look. “Imogen, I want to eat shrimp meatballs.”

Imogen also wanted to eat.

She stepped forward, ordering two portions from the stall–keeper. When she turned around, Grace was already playing on the slide.

“Be careful,” Imogen reminded her.

“I know,” Grace drawled as she slid down the slide.

The meatballs were to be made fresh, so Imogen waited for a while before the stall, checking at

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Grace from time to time.

“Girl, your meatballs are ready,” The stall–keeper packed two portions of meatballs and handed them to Imogen.

Imogen paid the money to the stall–keeper.

Suddenly, a scream came from not far away, accompanied by noise.

Imogen looked back and saw Grace fell on the ground, struggling to get up.

Imogen quickly ran over and helped Grace up. “Grace, are you okay? Where did you fall? Does it hurt?”

Grace’s face turned pale, and she stretched out her hand. Imogen saw the skin on her palm was scratched, and there were traces of blood oozing out.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?”

Grace shook her head.

“It’s okay. It won’t hurt after I blow it,” Imogen took out a tissue from her bag, gently wiped the dirt on Grace’s palm, and blew cool air into it. “Why did you fall off the slide?”

Grace raised her head, looked at a little boy on the slide, and said aggrievedly, “Imogen, he knocked me down!”

There were two little boys on the slide. Grace pointed at one of them. He looked about seven or eight years old and was much taller than Grace. No wonder he knocked Grace down. Imogen. didn’t think Grace would lie.

“Did you

knock Grace down?” Imogen asked the boy, glaring at him.

The little boy moved his lips. “I… I didn’t mean it.”

“You didn’t mean it, so you knocked someone down and just watched from above?” Imogen said in a stern tone, “Come down and apologize!”

The little boy hesitated for a moment before sliding down the stairs. He walked over two steps, lowered his head, and said, “I’m sorry, I…”

Before he finished speaking, a woman suddenly came over from the side. She pulled the boy behind her and stared at Imogen fiercely. “What are you doing? Are you bullying my child while I’m not around? You are a grown–up adult. Don’t you have any shame?”