Chapter 132 Is This Your Version Of Devotion

Denver, his nerves frayed with anticipation, shoved his phone into his pocket and bolted for the door–be had to see Hadley!

But the moment he stepped into the hallway, a familiar obstacle stood in his path.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

“Mom,” Denver said exhaling, frustration simmering beneath his breath. “I am an adult. I have every right to

make my own choices.”

“Humph.”

Wilma sneered, “So you wouldn’t tell me? Fine. Let me guess–you are in such a hurry to see Hadley, aren’t you?”

Denver hesitated briefly. It was no surprise that his mother had figured it out, and he had no reason to deny it.

“Yes,” he admitted,

“Hal” Wilma pointed a finger at him and laughed mockingly. “Try stepping out of this house today, I dare you.”

“Mom?”

Denver frowned, failing to understand her reaction. “I am not a child anymore. You cannot dictate my every

move.”

“Dictate your every move? Are you accusing me now?”

Wilma’s eyes narrowed as she took a slow step forward, her voice laced with scorn.

“And how could you talk to me like that? I raised you, funded your education, and now you are working at the Moran family’s company. Everything you own, everything you have achieved, came from this family.”

Denver’s face paled slightly at her words. “Mom, what are you trying to say?”

“What am I trying to say?” Wilma’s voice turned cold, like the bite of winter’s wind. “If you insist on being with Hadley, then leave this house. You are no longer a part of this family.”

Hearing this, Denver stood frozen.

Never had he even intended to issue such an ultimatum to force his parents to accept Hadley, yet here his mother was, pushing him into a choice he had not planned to make so soon.

“I will not give up on Hadley.” Denver let out a deep sigh. “If that is truly what you want, then fine… I will leave.”

Without another word, he turned back toward his room.

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Wilma was caught completely off guard Without hesitation, she hurried after him, her pulse rekening in she watched in disbelief he was actually packing his bags

“Do you think walking away is that easy?

too!”

hesitated mid–motion

she had finally struck fear into him, Wilma let

to throw everything away for that woman

“Enough”

No matter how furious he was, she was still his

to cross a line he could

he would just stand there

woman I love. The least you can do is show her some respect. Do whatever you want, but my decision is

this house would not

up

suitcase shut, grabbed the

happening

in time to witness the unfolding scene. His chest tightened as he reached for

you think you are going? We

her husband a

determined to leave, then

his expression calm

care of yourselves.”

that, he strode toward the stairs, his suitcase rolling

him, voice laced with

“Let him go!”

thinly veiled frustration. “He actually believes living on his own will be a walk in the park? He has never faced a real

caught off guard. “Well… if

Eric heard from Marshall about

out a low whistle. “So he really got

has warned all relatives

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hand unless they want to be on her bad

in place, who would dare to defy her?

“That is brutal. Looks like

his gaze flicked toward

you think I orchestrated their relationship?”

out a cigarette, taking a

Denver and Hadley were not a good

with no powerful family backing? How

approve?

Nyla had indulged in

focus back to Marshall, “So where

replied, shaking his head. “But word is, Hadley is not

Barrie gawked. “So he is left

a beat, he nodded to himself, as if making sense of it. “Well, Hadley is not wrong.

now would be reckless-”

who had been silent until now,

in the ashtray. “Was she the one clinging to Denver? Wasn’t

who insisted?”

known what he was getting into from

path, he should

weight of his words settled over the room like a dense

Marshall exchanged glances but said

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