Embraced by My Ex's Uncle

Chapter 6 Picking a Fight?

At the café, Elizabeth was already irritated by her workday. Bradley and Bethany’s arrival only made it worse.

But Elizabeth worked in the service industry, so she had no choice but to plaster on a polite smile, doing her best to appear warm.

“Sir, ma’am, what would you like to drink?” Elizabeth asked calmly. Since they were no longer connected, she decided it wasn’t worth caring about.

With that thought, her smile grew even more composed.

Bradley, noticing her detached attitude, let out a faint, cold chuckle.

He wanted to see how long this woman could keep up her act.

Yes, Bradley still didn’t believe that Elizabeth could truly leave him.

His eyes swept critically around the café. He couldn’t imagine someone like Elizabeth, who had lived in a luxury villa and worn designer clothes, putting up with this kind of life.

Elizabeth’s attire was indeed cheap, her hair a little unkempt.

Seeing Elizabeth in her work uniform, smiling humbly at her, Bethany smugly flipped her hair.

So, she really was just a country bumpkin. A woman like this was no threat at all.

Why had Bradley suddenly started caring about Elizabeth?

Bethany smiled.

Even if you raised a dog, its sudden coldness would make anyone feel bad for a few days, let alone a person like Elizabeth.

After all, Elizabeth had always been obedient, tending to his every need like a caretaker.

When someone who manages your daily life suddenly disappears, it’s normal to feel unsettled for a while.

With this thought, Bethany felt at ease. Her expression became even more disdainful.

She lifted her chin and said proudly, “Elizabeth, why are you living so poorly after leaving Bradley? Are you regretting it? You gave up the title of Mrs. Barton to become a barista here. At least remember your status—you were Bradley’s wife.”

Elizabeth was puzzled.

If they had gone home, they should have seen the divorce agreement, right?

Did Bethany really think she was still Bradley’s wife?

Elizabeth asked in confusion, “Haven’t you seen the divorce papers?” Her gaze shifted to Bradley.

Bradley sneered, “So, Elizabeth, what kind of trick are you trying to pull this time?”

To him, the divorce papers were just a way for Elizabeth to seek attention.

He firmly believed this, and his gaze toward her was filled with even more disgust.

Elizabeth’s heart stung at his look, but she quickly steadied herself. Her patience was wearing thin.

“So, are you here for coffee or to cause trouble?” she asked coldly.

“If it’s for coffee, you’re welcome. If it’s to stir up trouble, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Her tone was sharp. Bethany let out a dramatic gasp, pointing at Elizabeth and raising her voice indignantly.

“What do you think you’re doing? We’re customers! Is this how you treat your customers? Do you want me to report your shop?”

Noticing the other customers looking their way, Elizabeth forced a smile and asked, “What would you like to drink?”

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Bethany beamed. “I’ll have whatever coffee you’re best at making.”

With that, Bethany dragged Bradley to a table and sat down, her posture brimming with arrogance.

Max, watching from the side, looked at Elizabeth with concern. Elizabeth shook her head and focused on preparing the coffee.

Of course, she was angry.

But what could she do?

After all, the customer is always right.

When the coffee was served, Elizabeth smiled politely. “Here you go.”

“Wait!” Bethany cried out dramatically, her voice laced with indignation. “Do you even know how to make coffee? Are you trying to burn me?”