After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 70

**Clocks Lie To Hearts by Asa River Flint**

Louisa didn’t share the explosive fury that radiated from Sadie and Flora. In her mind, the alliance between the Capulet and Price families was a formidable force, and she had predicted that Sadie would find herself outmatched. Facing not just one, but two legal teams, even the strongest evidence might not be enough to tip the scales in their favor.

After a moment of contemplation, Louisa spoke with a calmness that belied the tension in the air. “It’s alright. You both should come back now.”

Before Sadie could voice her thoughts, Flora’s temper flared like a wildfire. “Are we really just going to let them off the hook? What are we afraid of? I swear, if I have to, I’ll call the Young Group’s lawyers myself. I refuse to believe that we can’t handle that little tramp, Vivian!”

Louisa couldn’t help but smile at Flora’s righteous indignation. It was heartening to see her friends so fiercely protective.

“Why are you smiling?” Flora asked, her confusion evident.

“I’m just so grateful that you both care so deeply about me,” Louisa replied, squeezing Flora’s hand with sincerity. “But please, in this situation, trust me. Let’s not drag the Young family into this mess.”

Louisa was more than capable of handling someone like Vivian on her own, but she had no desire to pull her friends into the fray.

After calming Flora down, Louisa offered Sadie a few more pieces of advice before concluding the call.

Sadie recognized that Louisa was looking out for her, yet her anger simmered just below the surface. She couldn’t shake the feeling that those scoundrels deserved to face consequences for their actions.

Just then, George emerged from the police station, looking like a ghost of himself. Though he had been cleared of any wrongdoing, the nearly twenty hours spent in detention had taken a toll. His unkempt appearance—a scruffy face, disheveled hair, and a white shirt missing several buttons—spoke volumes. His eyes, once vibrant, now appeared dull and lifeless.

Sadie didn’t give a thought to his disarray. She rushed forward, grabbing his arm with an urgency that surprised even herself.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

“What do I want?” Sadie let out a bitter laugh that echoed her frustration. “I should be asking you that! Your affair was already a disaster. The way you’ve repeatedly hurt Louisa is unforgivable. And now, your mistress and your own mother have done this to her, and you have the audacity to send lawyers to bail them out?”

“Louisa was nearly destroyed by their actions. What about her pain? She loved you so fiercely, treated you with kindness, and you repay her with this betrayal for some… some tramp! Where is your conscience?”

With each word, her anger intensified, the raw emotion spilling from her lips.

George remained silent initially, allowing her to unleash her fury. But as she continued, he felt his brows knit together in concern. “I didn’t send lawyers to bail out Vivian. After everything she’s done to Louisa, I won’t let her off the hook,” he finally said, his voice steady but laced with conviction.

At first, Sadie found it hard to believe him, but as she observed the disgust and coldness in his eyes when he mentioned Vivian, a flicker of hope began to settle in her chest. “So, what are you planning to do next?”

“I will withdraw the Capulet Group’s legal team. Whether it’s Vivian or my mother, they will face the judgment that awaits them. I won’t interfere. I refuse to let Louisa suffer any more injustice,” he declared, his resolve solid.

Seeing the sincerity in his expression, Sadie let out a cold laugh. “Now you realize the extent of Louisa’s suffering? It’s too late! She’ll never forgive you—not in this lifetime!”

Her words pierced George’s heart like a dagger. He couldn’t shake the memory of Louisa’s resolute expression when she had mentioned divorce.

Louisa and Flora were already there, having prepared dinner, eagerly awaiting Sadie’s arrival. The three women gathered around the coffee table, sitting on the floor, sharing a moment of camaraderie.

Louisa served a small bowl of soup and placed it in front of Sadie. “Ms. Watson, you deserve the first serving after all your hard work today,” she said with a warm smile.

Sadie felt a pang in her heart at Louisa’s cheerful demeanor. “It wasn’t hard—just doing my job. But I saw George today.”

She hesitated, gathering her thoughts before continuing, “This case had nothing to do with him, so they released him. He looked… regretful and in pain. He told me he won’t interfere with the case and plans to withdraw the Capulet Group’s lawyers.”

She paused, her gaze lingering on Louisa. “I think he still has feelings for you.”

Sadie hoped her words might ease the burden on Louisa’s heart, considering the decade of love she had invested in George. They all remembered how he had once cherished Louisa as if she were the most precious treasure.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Louisa replied, her faint smile tinged with coldness and determination. “Everything between us ended the moment he chose to betray me.”

She didn’t want to delve deeper into the topic of George, so she focused on her meal instead.

Noticing the shift in mood, Flora quickly changed the subject, her voice brightening. “What about the Price Group? Without the Capulet Group as a partner, they can’t be so arrogant now, right? That little tramp Vivian should be facing justice in the next few days, shouldn’t she?”

The three women shared a moment of solidarity, united in their determination to see justice served.