The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Mila could hardly suppress her anger either, wishing she could grab a fistful of soil from the nearby flower pot to shove it into this woman's foul mouth. "Mom! What are you saying?!"

Steven rushed to Chelsea from the stairs in the blink of an eye. His eyes were wide with hatred, feeling like a ball of roaring flames. "What the hell are you saying? How can you say that?!"

Seeing her son with a patch over his left eye and bruises still visible on his face, Chelsea felt so distressed that her tears streamed down. "My son! What happened to you?! Who hurt you? I'll seek justice for you!"

As she spoke, she reached out her trembling hands, trying to caress Steven's cheeks, but he slapped her hand away.

"If you still want to hear me call you Mother, please make sure you never say those ridiculous words ever again!"

Steven held himself back, his veins seemingly about to burst. His right eye was bloodshot. "Also, Amelia is my girlfriend! I will only ever marry her! Don't associate her with the Iversons. They're a filthy garbage dump of a family!"

"Steven, you... You..."

which hurt her pride.

are

could not stand steadily, looking like a concerned elder brother. "Do you know how much Mom missed you and how worried she was about

Celeste

no panic, and he questioned coldly instead, "So? What does it have to do with you?

yourself? How are you going to handle it? You're only going to

suing you for intentional injury, and we can't guard against whatever they have up their sleeves. Fighting against them is like

"Hunter! Shut up!"

Dad and Mom, you shouldn't have told them about this! Don't think I don't know what you're planning. Come at me if you have any resentment, but if

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