The Ex and Her Riches

Upon hanging up, she relayed the instructions for the building’s decor and returned to the Harris residence.

The woman parked her car by the hillside and took out the spare keys to Treyton’s villa that he had given her prior.She went in and grabbed some things before heading to the ancestral hall leisurely.

As soon as she reached the entrance, she could already hear the sounds of sobbing from Hector’s wife, Nina Ross.

“Look, Marcus! You’ve seen Hector’s face now. This is all Gwendolyn’s doing. You can’t be partial toward her this time!”

Nina and Hector’s son, Luke, was just as livid. “Gwendolyn’s gone too far this time, Uncle Marcus. No matter what, my dad’s still her uncle and someone older than her. She can’t do this to him even if he’s done something to upset her!”

Amid all the complaints from Hector’s family, Marcus sat in his wheelchair in silence, fiddling with the prayer beads in his hand.

Leif stood next to him and sighed, looking as though he was withholding his words.

Noticing that, Marcus asked, “Is there something you want to say?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“It’s fine. I’m here, so speak your mind.”

Leif pondered briefly before stating, “I don’t think it’s wise to only listen to what Mr. Hector’s family has to say, Mr. Marcus. If Mr. Hector is accusing Ms. Gwendolyn of such acts, then there should at least be some form of proof.”

Lorelai was instantly enraged. “Hubby, you know Gwendolyn’s temper. She’s always been selfish and arrogant, so it’s really no surprise if she did this! Why would we need proof?”

Marcus remained quiet, and no one could tell what was on his mind.

Suddenly, Hector rose from his seat, walked toward the family altar, and knelt before it. “I, Hector Harris, swear on our ancestors that Gwendolyn did harm me with acid,” he declared firmly. “May the skies rumble and I be struck by lightning if I turn out to be lying!”

As soon as he finished, a thunderous boom sounded from outside.

that he curled up into

terrified, and the color drained from their

inside the room turned grim in an instant due

entrance, piercing the eerie atmosphere

pushed the door open with an orange-flavored lollipop in her mouth. “It looks like you’re not being honest, Uncle Hector. Even the skies aren’t buying your words,” she remarked

“Gwendolyn! You made that

him with a

of a thunderclap over the speakers, but she certainly didn’t expect Hector’s family

something wrong to be that scared of a little thunder,

“You!”

around and glared at

your face? ‘Idle and Lazy?’ Yup, these words

at the insults

and stared at her in

Gwendolyn! Would you dare do the same to prove you

on our ancestors? You chose to

choosing not to because you’re too

trying to provoke me? Too bad it’s not working.” The woman

gazed at Gwendolyn tenderly, albeit still not

one among the crowd could read his thoughts,

Hector, but that’s a baseless accusation. You’ll have to come up with evidence that I did it. I won’t let your family

“Look at how she just called me by my name, Hubby! She doesn’t respect

does this have

and

Marcus turned to Hector. “Gwendolyn’s right, Hector. If you’re accusing her of this, you

basement, and committed acts of violence against me there. Where am I supposed to find any evidence if she removed every trace of

I’ve always loved Gwendolyn. I’m a softie who’s never really had much ambition. Would I be pointing my finger at

before Marcus could. “That’s because you’ve always wanted to kill me, Uncle Hector. You got Luke to threaten Charles

doing the exact

Hector. I do have proof.” With a grin, the woman opened up her bag, took out a properly-filed