The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 912

Leila shot up from her seat, her eyes flashing with hurt and disbelief. “Yuri, are you trying to dump me?”

“We’re only together in name, Leila. How can I dump what we never truly had?” Yuri’s face was a mask of stone.

Leila’s heart was pounding in her chest, but she refused to show it. Marrying into the Lynette family had catapulted her own family to new heights of social standing, and she had enjoyed the perks of being Mrs. Lynette, basking in the limelight.

Now, divorce? How could she possibly face the world then? “I’m not signing any papers.”

Yuri’s brow furrowed, ready to argue, but Knox put an end to the brewing storm. “Enough,” he said firmly, unable to sit idle. “We should be celebrating the return of the child, not talking about divorce.”

At his age, such squabbles were beneath him, and he knew the Lynette family’s reputation was at stake.

Yuri knew Knox would never consent to a divorce, a shadow of frustration passing fleetingly across his face.

Pretending not to notice Yuri’s mood, Knox cleared his throat and beckoned to Brittany. “Child, come here, let me have a look at you.”

Brittany had witnessed quite a drama unfold. She approached the elder and respectfully addressed him as ‘Mr. Lynette.’

it was unrealistic to expect her to slip seamlessly into her

break the ice,

him, and throughout the meal, his attention

faced with the Lynette

to whip up some of Brittany’s favorite dishes. If there had been fewer eyes upon them, he might

of care from Yuri, Brittany’s demeanor softened

said,

couldn’t hide the

the tender scene unfold, her meal turning to ash in her

sizing up Brittany, began to make plans. “Brother, your daughter’s

maybe it’s time to

to reveal her marital status but was cut

of your concern,” Yuri interjected,

the undertone, sighed, knowing better than to continue

went pale. “Brother, I was just asking. It’s not like

been presenting, anyway?” Yuri’s sneer was cold and sharp. “If you can’t deliver, get out of the company and stop wasting resources that could be put

Alistair could only mumble an acknowledgment. He had lived in Yuri’s shadow for years and was all too accustomed to it.