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.’

a tinge of disappointment. She had just returned; it was unrealistic

few pleasantries to break

pulled Brittany to sit beside him, and throughout the meal, his attention never

faced with the Lynette

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

the wave of care from Yuri,

Lynette, thank you,” she said, genuine

the

her meal turning to ash in her mouth, yet she dared not

to make plans. “Brother, your daughter’s a real beauty. Got herself

If she’s still unattached, maybe it’s time

marital

Yuri interjected, his voice

picking up on the undertone, sighed, knowing better

went pale. “Brother, I was just asking. It’s not like I’m arranging a blind

for your work reports. What have you been presenting, anyway?” Yuri’s sneer was cold and sharp. “If you can’t

mumble an acknowledgment. He had lived in Yuri’s shadow for years