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.

up into a ball on the floor, his legs

were just as terrified, and the color drained from

the room turned grim in an instant

Gwendolyn’s laughter rang out from the entrance, piercing

in her mouth. “It looks like you’re

infuriated. “Gwendolyn! You made

him with

gotten Ezra to blare the sound of a thunderclap over the speakers, but she certainly didn’t expect Hector’s family to jump in fright like

must’ve done something wrong to be that scared of a

“You!”

around and

to be alarmed. “What happened to your face? ‘Idle

at the insults hurled

up and

on our ancestors, Gwendolyn! Would you dare do the same to

on our ancestors? You chose to do that. It doesn’t mean I have to as

not to because you’re too afraid!” Luke chimed

me? Too bad it’s not working.” The woman beamed while still enjoying

the head of the family, Marcus gazed at Gwendolyn tenderly, albeit still not uttering

one among the crowd could read his thoughts,

hurt you, Uncle Hector, but that’s a baseless accusation. You’ll have to come up with evidence that

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

does this have to do with you?

Lorelai pouted and moved to stand

Hector. “Gwendolyn’s right, Hector. If you’re accusing her of this, you have to show us the

she knocked me out, abducted me, took me down to some unknown basement, and committed acts of violence against me there. Where am I supposed to find any evidence if she removed every trace of it after

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

Hector. You got Luke to threaten Charles to hurt

doing the

the woman opened up her bag, took