The Divorcee Amazed the World

They haven’t divorced yet; as long as they are legally married, having a meal together is still within their rights, and she still has the right to voice her opinions.

Helena stood tall, her posture unwavering, and said coldly, “It’s not that I look down on you. If our conditions were equal, and we competed fairly, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me because you’re too impulsive.”

Susan sneered, “Even if you’re more composed, so what? Without a good father, everything is in vain. I’m better at being born into a good family, and being born into a good family is a skill. I’ve won against you since birth!”

Helena burst into laughter, “I used to envy you, but now I realize how pitiful you are. Besides having a good father, you’re worthless!”

Such words were a huge insult to Susan, who considered herself a proud woman.

Already filled with anger, Susan erupted, lifting her foot to kick Helena’s leg.

Helena quickly dodged, then heard a rapid footstep.

In an instant, everything went dark as she was pulled into the embrace of a tall figure.

Susan missed her kick and stared dumbfounded at the man who had appeared out of nowhere.

Helena recognized the familiar masculine scent-clean and warm with a hint of tobacco. Looking up, she saw Willis.

She sighed in relief, covering her pounding chest and smiling at him, “Why are you here?”

Willis’ expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were cold. He looked at Susan and said to Helena, “After the call, I didn’t see you when I returned, so I asked the waiter and found you. Are you hurt?”

Helena shook her head.

Susan reacted quickly, immediately restraining her previously rebellious attitude. She stood there obediently, lowering her head and saying, “Willis, I wasn’t trying to kick Helena just now. My shoes were uncomfortable, and I raised my foot to check the heel. You misunderstood me.”

Willis sneered, “I’m not blind.”

Susan was slightly startled, pouting as if she wanted to cry, “Willis, don’t wrongly accuse me.”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Susan, Susan, where are you?” A slightly older male voice suddenly came from nearby.

Susan’s eyes lit up, tilting her head and responding, “Dad, I’m in the small garden over here.”

The footsteps approached.

Soon, a man in his sixties walked over, with gray-white temples, thick eyebrows, and a robust figure. He was dressed in a well-made dark gray suit, wearing an expensive watch on his wrist, exuding a deep and refined temperament.

He was Susan’s father, Owen Varley.

Owen glanced at Helena, smiled, and greeted Willis, “Willis, you’re here too.”

Willis responded with a faint “Hmm,” his lips lifting slightly, but his eyes showed no trace of a smile. He spoke coldly, “Owen Varley, please control the words and actions of your precious daughter in the future. If this continues, you’ll spoil her.”

The title “your precious daughter” was quite distant.

Susan’s eyes welled up with tears instantly.

Touching her own face, she tearfully said, “Willis, you’re biased. Clearly, it was Helena who bullied me first.”

Willis placed a finger on Helena’s shoulder, calmly stating, “Don’t provoke her in the future, and you won’t have any trouble.”

Susan wanted to say more.

Willis lost patience, looked down at Helena, and said gently, “I’ll take you back to the museum.”

Helena nodded.

Willis stepped forward.

Helena didn’t move, as Owen was staring at her with a strange look.

That gaze was eerie, complex, carrying disdain, contempt, disgust, resentment, and hatred. It made her uncomfortable, feeling like she was being roasted on a fire and fried in a pan, an indescribable discomfort.

It was hard to imagine such an uncomfortable gaze coming from this refined and elegant old man.

They say eyes can kill, and today Helena truly experienced it.

She wanted to leave this place immediately, but her legs seemed to have rusted, unable to take a step.

Willis walked a few steps, seeing that Helena was still standing motionless with a pale face.

“Why aren’t you leaving?” He came back, catching a glimpse of Owen’s gaze that he hadn’t had time to retract.

Willis’s expression suddenly changed, then he grabbed Helena’s hand, holding it in his palm. Ignoring Owen, he just looked ahead indifferently, casually saying, “This woman has gone through difficulties with me. Anyone who touches her will have a problem with me.”

His tone was nonchalant, his face showed no expression, but it gave people an invisible sense of oppression.

It was like a warning, yet also a threat.

Owen’s face darkened immediately.

Susan cried out, running away in tears.

…

“Susan!” Owen shouted, glancing coldly at Helena. He lifted his foot and followed after Susan.

The small garden regained its tranquility.