Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 503

"Quentin Prescott and Madeline Monroe are officially divorced. He has absolutely nothing to do with her anymore. So how can I be called a homewrecker for pursuing a single man?"

Penelope York's tone was unwavering, even laced with a hint of arrogant pride.

Tristan York didn't say a word.

Over the line, the sound of his deep breathing echoed, as if he were trying to suppress something heavy.

He was fully aware of what their father and brother had done.

They had used despicable tactics to force a divorce, and here Penelope was, acting entirely smug about it.

"Tristan~" Penelope's voice softened.

It carried a wheedling edge. "I just want my account back.

I won't post anything crazy. I just... I just want people to know I'm not a mistress.

Those people online were tearing me apart with such vicious names. I clearly wasn't doing anything wrong, so why should I carry that label?"

Tristan fell silent for a long time.

He thought back to the early hours of that morning, standing under the porch of the York family estate, making that phone call to Quentin.

He remembered their grandmother ordering the staff to dig through the trash, and the chilling words their father had spoken in his study.

He thought of their older brother locking Quentin in a warehouse for four solid hours.

He thought of so many things a son of the York family shouldn't dwell on, yet couldn't help but obsess over.

"Tristan?" Penelope pressed.

"I'll ask about your account," Tristan said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.

"But before you post anything, you'd better think it through. The internet is forever, and once you say something, you can't take it back."

"I know, I know," Penelope replied, her impatience glaringly obvious. "Just get it unbanned."

After hanging up, Tristan placed his phone on the desk and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The sunlight outside was beautiful, streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto his desk and illuminating the York family portrait in the corner.

In the photo, Penelope stood right in the center, her eyes crinkled in a radiant smile.

She had just started college back then, still the sweet little girl who would pester him to light fireworks on New Year's Eve.

Staring at the picture, Tristan suddenly felt like he was looking at a stranger.

He picked up his phone and finally dialed the executive in charge of the social platform.

Penelope's account was unbanned an hour later.