Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 777: It’s best if the affairs of that year have nothing to do with you, otherwise you’ll die even more miserably than Ivy Wood...

Chapter 777: Chapter 777: It’s best if the affairs of that year have nothing to do with you, otherwise you’ll die even more miserably than Ivy Wood...

Thinking of this, Grace Quarters hesitated not a moment before lunging towards Malcom Moore.

Her delicate figure quickly rushed to Malcom, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, tears shimmering in her eyes as she looked at him with genuine emotion, "Malcom, I’m not leaving. Miss Sterling already has a daughter, with golden hair just like that foreign man..."

Grace dared to rush forward and embrace Malcom because she assumed that no matter what, he wouldn’t hurt her.

No matter how cold he was towards her, he couldn’t possibly harm her.

Her frail body was a formidable force to Malcom; he absolutely wouldn’t disregard it!

However, Grace was gravely mistaken. Before she could finish her words, Malcom forcibly pried her hands away, throwing her aside.

Thrown off, Grace staggered back a few steps, landing on the ground disgracefully.

Her already weak body felt dizzy with such forceful treatment.

Grace looked up, tears sparkling in her eyes as she gazed at Malcom, full of disbelief.

Malcom exuded an icy, murderous aura.

He approached Grace step by step, looking down at her with extreme coldness, "Don’t mention her to me. My matters with her aren’t for you to sermonize on!"

Hearing this, Grace felt even more heartbroken.

She looked at Malcom through teary eyes, speaking sorrowfully, "Malcom, I..."

"Get out immediately!" Malcom interrupted coldly, his dark, icy eyes fixed intently on Grace’s face.

The anger that had consumed Malcom today had reached its peak, especially after seeing Serena and Michael.

Now, with Grace confronting him head-on, he had no rationality left.

Initially, without evidence, Malcom hadn’t intended to bring up the matter from three years ago.

But now, he was eager to see what kind of reaction Grace would have.

Staring intently at Grace, Malcom asked inquisitively and chillingly, "You heard those people earlier, right? Three years ago, did you collude with them on Ivy’s plan, or did you orchestrate the whole thing yourself? Hmm?"

Malcom’s gaze was sharp, as if he could see through everything.

Under such scrutiny, Grace naturally didn’t dare claim she hadn’t heard anything.

Her face was filled with sorrow as she looked at Malcom, painfully voicing her grief, "Malcom, do you really not believe me?"

As she spoke, the tears in Grace’s eyes became even more pronounced, truly invoking sympathy.

She lifted her tear-streaked face, looking at Malcom with deep sadness, continuing, "Malcom, how can you believe the words of others? You know me well, how could I possibly do such a thing?"

"Ivy is a madwoman who stops at nothing. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have done such things to me, nor would she have harmed Miss Sterling’s mother back then!"

"She told me these things purely to show off and threatened me with past events, knowing I wouldn’t dare tell you! But I still did, and that’s why later..."

Grace didn’t finish her sentence, but Malcom knew what she meant.

It was because of Grace’s revelation that he learned about Ivy’s involvement in Victoria’s mother’s death.

And it was due to Grace’s disclosure that those videos and photos were exposed, leading to her disgrace in River City, almost driving her to suicide.

Originally, Malcom had promised never to let those things surface, threatening Grace’s reputation.

In this respect, Malcom felt he owed Grace.

Over the years, his tolerance of Grace staying in River City, not driving her away, was because he didn’t care.

The reason he hadn’t held Grace accountable for plotting and causing Serena to leave him, even giving her money and helping her, was due to their youthful ties and his debt over that incident.

But now, the affection from youth had been exhausted. If Grace really was involved in Victoria’s mother’s death, what debt could he possibly still owe her?

Malcom’s icy eyes looked at Grace, cold and undisguised in murderous intent, "You’d better not be involved in what happened back then, or you’ll end up worse than Ivy!"

Grace’s face turned ghostly pale, "Malcom, I really didn’t, if it were truly me, why would I have told you back then?"

"Hmph!" Malcom snorted coldly, utterly unconvinced by Grace’s words, "I’ll investigate whether it’s true or not. You better hope it wasn’t you, otherwise..."

Malcom left with a murderous aura, not sparing another glance at the disheveled Grace slumped on the ground.

Watching the man’s resolute departing figure, the pale-faced Grace mumbled to herself, "Why not believe me, why believe those people’s words..."

...

At 10:10 AM, the wedding of Adrian Davies and Melody Parker officially began.

The host first entered, lightheartedly setting the atmosphere.

Then today’s groom, Adrian, holding a bouquet, walked around the stage into the venue, standing at the end of the flower-strewn aisle to the sound of music.

It had to be said, Adrian was truly heaven’s favored child.

His deep and handsome features, the chiseled, god-like contours seemed meticulously crafted by the hands of God.

His dark eyes were profound and spirited, like an unfathomable spring that could easily mesmerize anyone with just one look.

His nose was high and straight, his lips thin and sensual, just standing there exuded an air commanding the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, Adrian, dressed in a custom-made white suit, with a red bow tie, was anxiously holding the bouquet, waiting...

As Adrian waited, the doors of the venue slowly opened.

Melody Parker, in a white wedding dress, with her alluring and exquisite face wearing a blissful smile, appeared arm in arm with Maxwell at the entrance.

Seeing this, Adrian became even more nervous.

He restrained his urge to rush towards Melody, standing there in anxious anticipation as his bride walked towards him step by step.

Meanwhile, as Adrian waited nervously, Melody, always with a happy smile on her face, finally walked arm in arm with Maxwell towards him.

Melody was already exceedingly beautiful, and now, in her wedding dress, she was extraordinarily and breathtakingly gorgeous.

This wedding dress was specially made by Adrian for Melody, its pure white skirt meticulously folded into countless pleats, veiled by a layer of tulle, casting an enchanting mist over it;