No Escape from Love novel Chapter 218

"Guests? Who are they?" Nicole set down the documents in her hands, a sense of unease creeping up her spine.

"They said… they're from your former in-laws' family…" The maid's voice trailed off as if she were afraid of upsetting Nicole.

Nicole took a deep breath, forcing herself to suppress the emotions churning within her. "Let them in," she said.

The maid withdrew, and soon, two women stepped inside. Leading the way was Serena's grandmother and Nicole's former mother-in-law, Felicia Carter. Behind her was a younger woman who was dressed flamboyantly—Serena's aunt, Shirley Ashford.

As soon as Felicia entered, she jabbed a finger at Nicole and launched into a tirade. "Nicole, you ungrateful woman! Serena belongs to the Ashford family! What right do you have to change her last name and make her a part of the Hastings family?"

Shirley chimed in immediately, fanning the flames, "Exactly! First, you remarried, and now, you're changing Serena's last name? Do you have any conscience at all? How could you do this to my brother?"

Spittle flew as Felicia continued her rant while jabbing her finger at Nicole. "Listen to me, Nicole. Serena is our flesh and blood! You can't just steal her away from us!"

Meanwhile, Shirley's gaze roamed greedily over the luxurious decor of the villa. "Mom, look at this place. It must have cost a fortune. I wonder where she got all this money… Unless…" She deliberately paused, her expression suggestive.

Nicole clenched her fists, forcing herself to remain calm. She cast a cold glance at them. "First of all, your son and I divorced a long time ago. Serena decided on her last name and this matter herself. Second, when I split from your son, you didn't give us a single cent—so what right do you have to interfere now?"

Felicia suddenly fell onto the floor and wailed dramatically. "Oh, my poor son! Your wife is living in a grand villa with another man, enjoying wealth and luxury, while you're left all alone!"

She howled and cried as if she were mourning a dead son.

Just then, footsteps sounded from upstairs. Dressed in sleepwear, Robert descended the staircase.

He looked at the chaotic scene in the living room with evident irritation, his brows furrowing together. "What's all this racket so early in the morning?"