Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407 Keep Distance

Hugh took out a bank card and tossed it on the table, saying to Ryan, “I paid off the Olsen family’s debt on my own.

“They’ve repaid me with interest already. If you don’t believe me, check the card yourself.”

Ryan let out a scoff, clearly disbelieving. “Back then, the Olsen family was on the brink of bankruptcy, practically penniless. Where the hell did they get the money to pay you back?”

“Enough, Dad!” Hugh’s cold and firm tone cut his father off.

Bethan chimed in, her voice full of annoyance, “Think you’re better than everyone else, huh?”

Ryan got furious, pointing at Bethan and shouting, “How dare you talk to me like that?”

“I’m not gonna marry your son anyway. What’s wrong with calling you out?” Bethan shot back.

Before she could finish, Ryan grabbed a water glass on the

table and hurled it at her.

Amid the startled gasps of Miranda and Fiona, Hugh quickly stepped in front of Bethan, taking the hit on his back.

over to see if she was hurt.

Bethan shook her head.

Although Hugh had protected her, she didn’t feel any gratitude.

After all, it was his father who started it.

Bethan declared defiantly, “You two old geezers, listen up! As long as you’re in the Cavill family, Hugh’s gonna be single for life!”

Ryan’s face turned red with rage, his finger trembling as he pointed at Bethan. “You…”

Hugh looked at Ryan with barely-hidden anger.

“Dad, respect works both ways. If you keep this up, just act like you never had a son.”

With that, Hugh led Bethan and her parents out of the private room.

Bethan’s parents were fuming, but they held their tongues.

Hearing the angry roars behind, Bethan felt a sense of satisfaction.

But she knew this situation couldn’t last.

As they exited the hotel, Bethan spotted a woman with a two-or three-year-old boy out of the corner of her eye.

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

Hugh’s birthday was coming up in a few days.

She had to find a way to bring Megan and her son back from Canada.

Once Hugh saw Megan, they’d surely get back together.

Miranda sighed and led Bethan to the living room.

The four of them sat down. Miranda looked at her daughter with concern.

After hesitating all the way home, she finally asked, “Bethy, tell me the truth. Is there any chance for you and Hugh?”

Bethan locked eyes with her parents, her voice steady and resolute.

“Mom, Dad, marriage isn’t a simple union of two people; it’s a coming-together of two whole families. Hugh and I? We’re worlds apart. Sure, Fiona has been as kind as can be, treating me like her own flesh and blood. And Hugh? He’s one amazing guy. But you saw how his grandpa and dad sized us up today. It was written all over their faces—they think they’re better than

“There’s no way I can marry into a family where I’m not really welcome. No amount of love can bridge that gap where they look down their noses at me.”

She left unsaid the harrowing past-life memories that haunted her, knowing it would be too much to explain.

It was a cold, hard truth.

How many star-crossed couples’ dreams had been crushed by the weight of family expectations and social disparities?

Throughout the conversation, Miranda had been shaking her head, a soft sigh escaping her lips every few moments. “Sweetie, being a high-society wife is like walking on a tightrope. You’re better off without the stress.”

Vincent gave a firm nod, his eyes full of reassurance. “Your mom is right. You make your choice, and we’ll stand by you. They think they’re too good for us? We’re too good for them!”

Bethan felt a warm rush of gratitude as she looked at her parents.

Having them by her side was like having an anchor in a stormy sea, a blessing beyond measure.

But practicality still tugged at her heart. “Hugh’s grandpa and dad are the kind who hold grudges. Now that they’ve made their feelings so clear, it’s best we keep our distance. It’ll spare us a whole heap of trouble down the road.”