Chapter 117 The Niece

Holton Corp's centennial celebration shimmered beneath crystal lights and champagne toasts. Emily wore a white gown and no makeup, yet all eyes were drawn to her quiet presence. She walked in with Edward. He held his cane, still steady on his feet, and warmly looked at her. "Mills, don't stand on ceremony. Make yourself at home." Emily gave him a faint smile and said nothing. After all, this place had never felt like home. Trouble found them quickly. Soon, a woman in a burgundy evening gown walked up with a glass of champagne and looked at Emily with disdain. "Hey, Ms. Sterling. I thought you'd skip a night like this. Aren't you and Gabriel getting divorced?" Upon hearing this, people nearby edged closer, hungry for a scene. Emily didn't flinch. In fact, she didn't even spare the woman a glance. Suddenly, Edward brought his cane down hard enough to thud against the marble. Instantly, the woman's smile vanished. "She's my granddaughter-in-law. I invited her," Edward said. He di