The Bride They Replaced Came Back Richer Chapter 08

The Bride They Replaced Came Back Richer Chapter 08

“What…”

Oliver looked at Graham Caldwell in disbelief.

Then he turned the same stunned look on me.

“Then… Mother, were you serious about the trust exclusion agreement?”

Only then did I suddenly realize something.

Oliver had been betting on one thing.

I only had one son.

There would be no one else to inherit.

Eventually, I would have to take him back.

But now, not only did I refuse to take him back.

I had chosen my daughter as my successor.

He gritted his teeth.

“Mother… back then, I… I lost my mind.”

“Whitaker Group does not accept losing your mind as an excuse.”

My voice was cold.

“I taught you from childhood to be careful when making decisions.”

His eyes reddened.

Graham reached out and closed the door.

Oliver anxiously tried to stop him and almost got his hand caught.

Oliver was going to break off the engagement.

Soon, everyone in high society knew.

The social and business backing that had gathered around Isla Ashford because of the family alliance evaporated overnight.

Soon, a couple showed up at my corporate headquarters.

Spencer.

And Serena, sobbing so hard she could barely stand, supported by him.

When she saw me, Serena gritted her teeth and threw away her pride.

Her knees hit the floor.

“Claire, I was wrong. Punish me if you want.”

“I’m begging you. Stop targeting my daughter.”

“She was spoiled growing up. She can’t handle you coming after her like this.”

My voice was cold.

“I’ve already cut family ties with Oliver Whitaker. If this concerns your daughter, take it up with Oliver Whitaker.”

“But everyone knows Oliver is punishing my daughter just to make you take him back!”

I frowned.

Serena Whitaker crawled closer on her knees.

“Claire, I’m begging you. You’re the only one who can stop your son.”

“You hate me, don’t you?”

“I’ll apologize to you. Isn’t that enough?”

“Serena!”

Spencer hurriedly held her tight.

I looked at Spencer.

“Take her away.”

Serena Whitaker cried in his arms as he helped her out of the executive office.

A short while later, Spencer came back alone.

“Claire, I…”

He looked uneasy.

“I only came back to say…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Mm.”

My tone was flat.

I continued handling the documents in my hands.

He waited for a while, but no other response came.

He sighed.

Then he looked at me one last time and walked out.

My mother was in critical condition again.

She started begging me.

Begging me to come see her one last time.

I went.

She had grown painfully thin.

But she still gripped my hand tightly.

“Cece…”

“Can you… can you let Serena go?”

“I was wrong… okay?”

I hadn’t expected that even what might be her final words would still be for Serena.

I bent down.

“No.”

“Not only will I not let her go.”

“I’ll return everything she did to me back then, exactly as it was.”

“And more.”