The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2082

It was unknown whether it was a dream or the mental connection between father and daughter, but Wyatt's brows slightly furrowed in his sleep, his fingertips twitching reflexively.

"Mom... Is she from the royal family?" Declan's breath hitched.

Bella shook her head lightly. "I don't know. If she is a member of the royal family, even if she was exiled or disowned for some reason, it's impossible to have zero historical records. So, I suspect she might have been working in the palace or was connected to the royal family. But I'm not sure, since we don't know the situation in Sentania at all. However, there's one thing I'm certain of."

Her beautiful eyes shone with a cold gleam as her slender fingers curled tightly. "Mom must have a deep grudge against the Sentania royal family, forcing her to be exiled. Coincidentally, she was rescued by Cameron."

The words "deep grudge" were like a cruel, invisible blade, piercing through Declan's heaving chest.

"Dad has always doted on us and let us make decisions about our own lives. As the descendants of a wealthy family, he never forced us to enter into a marriage alliance and let us pursue our happiness." Declan knelt on one knee beside the bed, holding his father's frail hand tightly, tears welling up in his eyes. "But my relationship with Annabeth incited such an intense reaction from him. It shows that your deductions have a basis. Something bad must have happened between Mom and the Sentania royal family, which caused Dad to have such violent emotions."

Upon hearing it, Bella fell into a deep thought.

Since they were young, Wyatt was only exceptionally lenient toward her mother's five children, even to the point of indulging them. But to Mila and Celeste's children, he was more like the strict head of a wealthy family.

He would fiercely oppose Camilla marrying off to Sentania, once arranged for Amelia to marry into the Solloway family, and constantly urged Ralph to settle down.

But for the five of them, even when she ran off to work for Doctor Without Borders or acted rebelliously, Wyatt was only stern on the surface. He would still compromise and surrender to her.

Wyatt indeed loved her mother the most, and, by extension, was incredibly kind to her children.

But if he was really so devoted, why did he take so many mistresses?

If her mother and father were truly in love with each other, why did she watch as Wyatt married one woman after another but never stopped him, even forming a sisterly bond with them?

As a woman, Bella could not understand her mother.

They were merely humans. How could they not feel jealous? Unless there was no love, she could not endure a day in the life of sharing a man with many other women, let alone have children with a man like that.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Bella, if the royal family is really Mom's enemy, then I will sever my ties with Annabeth. I will not have any further contact with her."

Declan's breath hitched, his voice hoarse and trembling, trying to suppress his surging emotions. "When it's still possible..."

"Declan, everything we know now is just my speculation... If you give up on your happiness because of this, it would be too cruel." Bella looked at him and felt extremely distressed.

"I lost my mother long ago, and I can't lose my father now. I can't gamble with Dad's health." Declan lowered his head, his heart filled with an unbearable mix of bitterness and guilt. "Bella, I don't have any big dreams or the courage to risk it all for love. I only want Dad to be well, for all of you to be well... That's the only meaning in my life."

The brother and sister fell silent. After watching Wyatt for a while longer, Declan left the room, his shoulders slumped dejectedly.

"Dad, what really happened with Mom? When will you tell me the truth? I really want to know."

Bella sat on the bedside and sighed gloomily.

Just as her gaze landed on Wyatt's handsome face, her pupils suddenly contracted. Two streaks of tears flowed down the corner of his eyes, wetting the pillow.

Wyatt had cried in his sleep.

It was late at night.