Chapter 466 B—But

A divorce agreement? Tamara’s eyes widened in disbelief as she regarded Sandy. Who was this lady’s son? It couldn’t be Sebastian, could it? Absolutely not! “Sandy, if you’re here to visit my granddaughter, I welcome you with open arms. But if you’re here to make trouble, kindly fuck off!” When Old Mrs. Moore saw how pale Tamara had gotten, her usual warm demeanor disappeared as she barked angrily. “Don’t get too worked up, Mom.” Cheryl sat Old Mrs. Moore down with concern. Then, she glanced over at Sandy. “Who’s your son?” “Why, it’s Sebastian Lynch. Well, I suppose he’ll be known as Sebastian Custry from now on,” Sandy said with a smile. She did not care that she had angered Old Mrs. Moore. She took out the divorce agreement and handed it to Tamara. “Miss Simmons, please have a look through the terms. If everything looks good, please sign it.” Her gaze fell onto the crib nearby. When she saw the sleeping baby, she cocked a brow and leaned over, planning to hold it. “Get the