Chapter 320 The Face That Couldn’t Be Ignored

Taylor furrowed her brow. She’d only met Yunice a few times. Last time, when Lily falsely accused Yunice, she had defended her purely because they’d been on the same side.

But now, she and Yunice should be on opposing teams.

She looked at the little bottle of ointment in her hand… Why would Yunice want her to make the injury worse?

Suddenly, her expression shifted – she got it.

“Any parent will protect their own. The Kendall family will stand by me. The Powell family will naturally stand by Paul.”

“I got slapped, and to the Kendall family, that’s a massive humiliation. But to the Powell family, it’s just a little marital spat. Grandpa will definitely brush it off, tell me to suck it up. And since I slapped Paul too, technically I’m not in the right either.”

Taylor immediately understood and, without hesitation, applied the ointment to her face.

“Miss!” Alan panicked, thinking Yunice might be trying to trick her.

But when Taylor lifted her head again, Alan’s face twisted with visible shock.

There wasn’t any pain on Taylor’s end, but judging by his expression, she asked, “Is it that bad?”

Alan numbly nodded.

Taylor turned and walked straight into the main hall. As she entered, she caught the sound of Paul tattling.

“Grandpa, Taylor’s wild and overbearing. This isn’t the first time she’s humiliated me in public. She doesn’t understand what it means to be a proper wife. A woman like this only brings disgrace to the Powell family!”

The old man squinted at him. “So what do you want?”

Paul said firmly, “I want a divorce!”

The old man replied, “You can get divorced.”

Before Paul could even react with joy, the old man added, “As long as you’re capable of taking over the Powell family business. Then I won’t stop you from marrying whoever you want. When Taylor married in, she brought a dowry worth ten billion. She holds five percent of Powell Corporation’s shares. You want to divorce her – can you afford that?”

Taylor stood just outside the door, smiling faintly as she listened. So Grandpa did know how important she was.

Then she really wanted to see how he planned to handle this situation.

“Grandpa…” Taylor walked in, head bowed in sorrow, and stopped beside Paul. “I want to divorce Paul.”

Paul blinked, surprised. Why was she keeping her head down like that? He couldn’t see her face clearly.

Still, he didn’t think too much of it. It was just one slap. Not even an injury. Grandpa wouldn’t do anything over that.

The old man took a deep breath, sounding disappointed. “Paul being immature is one thing – but how could you be so thoughtless? Marriage isn’t a game. You think you can just get divorced whenever?”

Linda, who was serving tea beside the old man, also chimed in, “It’s normal for couples to fight. Didn’t you slap Paul to get even?”

She walked over, trying to comfort Taylor. “But you weren’t entirely right either. Men care about saving face. How could you slap him in front of everyone? He’s still your husband. You have to protect his dignity so you have your own. Paul likes that Bai girl because she’s gentle and considerate. You should learn from her. If you did, maybe Paul wouldn’t want a divorce…”

The word “divorce” wasn’t even finished when Linda suddenly froze, her hand reaching out to touch Taylor’s shoulder – then she gasped in horror and covered her mouth.

The old man, alerted by her scream, looked up with irritation – ready to scold them all for giving him a headache – when he too saw Taylor’s face.

Half her face was blazing red, like it had been scraped with sandpaper.

Linda couldn’t believe it. “This… this was from Paul?”

Taylor asked calmly, “Who else?”

Linda hesitated. No slap should’ve caused this kind of damage. It looked like she’d been clawed by a bear.

Taylor looked at Linda. “Did your father-in-law ever hit you like this?”

Linda’s expression turned awkward.

Paul was dumbfounded. “Yeah, I slapped her, but there’s no way it did that kind of damage. Taylor, you’re faking it, aren’t you?”

Taylor looked at the faint mark on his cheek and said bitterly, “I pitied you because you’re my husband. When I hit you, I didn’t even use force. But for your little side chick, you nearly beat me to death. Do you think I dare stay in this marriage?”

Paul stared at her, trying to figure out what game she was playing.

The old man, upon seeing her face, realized this couldn’t be brushed off. He shouted, “You bastard! Still standing there like an idiot? Take your wife to get her face checked!”

Taylor took a deep breath, as if she had given up on everything. “No need. Today is my father’s birthday. I’m going home to attend the birthday party… I won’t stay here at the Powell family and get in everyone’s way.”

Birthday party?

That meant the Kendall family’s friends and relatives would all be there.

And Taylor, walking in with a face like that?

No way the Kendall family would let that slide.