Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 446

Barnard had genuinely forgotten how much Davina loved doing the unexpected. Who went through the trouble of decking the house out so festively just for a holiday? It wasn't just Laura who found the bright decorations jarring; Barnard thought they were an absolute eyesore.

"Why?" Davina asked, her voice laced with grievance. "I spent all morning putting these up. Don't they look nice? Shouldn't we have a festive atmosphere? Why do I have to take them down?" Her good mood seemed to evaporate in an instant.

Barnard had zero patience to soothe her. "We're not celebrating," he snapped. "This family isn't celebrating any holidays moving forward. Take everything down right now. Don't make me say it a third time."

Tears pooled in Davina's eyes as she stubbornly pressed on. "Barnard, how can you say that? Do you have any idea how long this took me? You don't care about my hard work at all?"

If she had paid the slightest bit of attention, she would have noticed how terrible both Barnard and Laura looked. Laura, in particular, had eyes puffy from weeping and lips completely drained of color, looking as if drawing a single breath was an insurmountable task. But Davina wasn't paying attention to anyone else. She only cared about her ruined efforts.

Barnard shoved her away, his voice slicing through the room. "My dad is dead. Is that a good enough reason? We aren't celebrating anything ever again. Get rid of all this trash and don't let me see it again."

Davina stood frozen, staring blankly from Barnard to Laura. "Really? You're not messing with me?"

Laura, who had been completely silent, exploded the second she heard those words. She lunged forward, grabbing Davina by the collar. "Who would lie about something like this? Why the hell are you wearing red? Take it off!"

She yanked at Davina's clothes with a sudden, fierce strength that left the younger woman struggling to break free.

"Mom! What are you doing?" Davina cried out. She had never felt much affection for Calvin, so upon hearing of his death, her immediate concern was her wardrobe. "Let go of me! This outfit is brand new, don't rip it!"

Her protests only threw fuel on the fire. Laura lost her mind, and the two women quickly became entangled in a vicious scuffle. Sitting in his wheelchair, Barnard couldn't even intervene. Someone accidentally bumped him, sending the wheelchair crashing sideways onto the floor with a heavy thud. The deafening noise startled the two women enough to make them stop, their shocked gazes snapping over to him.

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