His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 738

Glynnls‘ complexion was ghostlier than a specter’s. The mere thought of apologizing to that blockhead, on her knees no less, seemed worse than a death sentence.

Her eyes darted towards Hamilton, who was seething with a righteous fury that left no room for the disgraceful spectacle she presented. It was clear that he was hell–bent on seeing her punished.

With the old man turning a blind eye, Glynnis, in a display of abject servility, knelt at Frederic’s feet, tears streaming down her face as she clutched his legs and pleaded, “Dad! I know I’ve messed up. I won’t ever dare to do it again! Banishing me from Elmsworth, forbidding me to show my filial respect – it’s cruelty enough! Haven’t I been punished already? As your daughter, don’t I deserve a shred of dignity? Must he grind my face in the dirt and drive me to despair before he’s satisfied?! Dad, please!”

Her wails were so intense that an outsider might mistake her for the victim.

Frederic frowned, trying to pull her up. The sight of so many servants witnessing this undignified scene was too much, but Glynnis clung to him as if she were a leech, seemingly impossible to shake off even from a kick. “Thaddeus, the punishment you’ve proposed is quite severe already. Let’s skip the groveling apology,” Frederic said firmly, his tone more of a command than a suggestion.

Thaddeus‘ eyes flashed with icy resolve, his l*ps pressed into a thin, unyielding line.

A glimmer of hope sparked in Glynnis‘ swollen eyes. Frederic’s intervention meant he still harbored some paternal affection for her.

Hamilton’s wrath subsided, she might yet have a

voice, “She gave Marilla’s confidential medical information to those with nefarious intentions, exposing her

you please now that you’re the CEO!” Frederic’s eyes reddened with anger, “I am your

Marilla just as much? By favoring one over the other, you subject the innocent Marilla to mental torment, while the guilty Glynnis is repeatedly indulged and forgiven.” Thaddeus‘ words were sharp and accurate, his l*ps curled into

status, Thaddeus acted the same as his father did, bringing up Grandpa Hamilton

himself outmaneuvered, struggled for breath.

remained silent, but his steady, resolute gaze on Thaddeus clearly showed his

daughters! As their father, I can’t bear to see them at each other’s throats. They’re flesh and blood; when will this

I won’t stand to see my daughters fight over Jareth, that philandering scoundrel! My daughters, no matter their faults, are the most prestigious heiresses in Elmsworth. What is Jareth in comparison? Even adorned in royal robes, he’d never pass for a prince – a mere

in the exquisite cuffs clenching, his anger barely contained. If this man weren’t his own father, he’d definitely give him a good beat!

the hands of the Fairhaven family! I haven’t even begun to settle that score, and yet our

twisting logic to regain control, “Perhaps it was Edith, that wretched girl, who tempted, seduced, or even threatened Glynnis into action. Even if that wasn’t the case, it was the Fairhaven family who ultimately publicized Marilla’s condition! Thaddeus, you should be

mimicking her late mother, appearing as a pitiable victim.

abroad will settle this matter! I will not tolerate further

wasn’t anyone reckless, and if the situation went like