From Divorced Wife To The Top Heiress novel Chapter 133

ght, feeling a mix of confusion and resentment.

Suddenly, she snapped at Dylan, her voice full of anger. “Dylan, do you even realize that by giving the child to Stella, I’ve lost my only leverage to make her save you? My plan in the worst–case scenario was to use that child to force Stella to help you. Don’t you understand what I’ve been trying to do for you?”

Dylan was stunned, completely taken aback by his mother’s words. He was even a little scared, looking at the woman in front of him.

‘How could she have such a terrifying idea? She really wanted to use my own son to threaten his mother into saving me?‘ he wondered, feeling a mix of shock and disbelief.

Dylan let out a cold laugh, staring at his mother whose face was contorted with rage. For a moment, it felt like he was looking at a complete stranger.

Once he calmed down, Dylan’s fury erupted. “How could you be so vicious? Using my son to threaten his own mother? Weren’t you ever a mother yourself? Do you have no conscience? Mom, you’re not the person I used to know anymore.”

“I…” Beatrice stammered.

“Dylan,” a deep voice called from the doorway.

Dylan turned to see his dad, who hadn’t been home in ages.

Dylan and Nolan looked a lot alike. Nolan had been a real heartthrob back in the day, and even now, at just fifty, he still had that undeniable charm.

“Dad,” Dylan said, his voice distant. His parents were never in love. His dad was always away on business overseas, hardly ever around.

Years ago, Beatrice had come back with Dylan in her arms, using him to pressure Nolan into marriage. There was never anything real between them.

Beatrice was honestly shocked to see Nolan show up. ‘Why did he have to come back out of nowhere? And at the worst possible moment?‘ she thought, her nerves on edge.

Nolan never loved her. Over the years, he would rather hide abroad than stay by her side.

“Nolan, how dare you show your face here? You’ve ignored this family for years. How long are you going to keep pretending you don’t give a damn?” Beatrice demanded, her voice tight with anger and anxiety.

She slumped onto the couch, exhausted, her mind finally registering Eliana’s quiet sobs from the floor.

Beatrice sprang to her feet and hurried over to help Eliana, who was still lying there.

She gazed at Eliana with worry, seeing her eyes swollen from all the crying. “Eliana, are you okay?” Beatrice said softly, her heart aching for her.

Eliana’s arm hurt badly, and even the left side of her neck was starting to ache.

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She sobbed in fear, her voice shaking. “Mrs. Ashford, Stella crippled my hand, and she snatched my child away. How am I supposed to live now?”

She was milking her misery for all it was worth, knowing that with the Lambert family gone, Dylan was the only person she could rely on.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’m here for you. Let me have Dylan take you to the hospital right now,” Beatrice said, trying to comfort her.

Beatrice turned to Dylan, her tone as commanding as ever. “Dylan, take Eliana to the hospital and have her hand looked at. Even if Eliana did something to hurt you, she was forced into it. And don’t forget, she saved your life.”

Dylan shot Eliana a cool look. She was a total wreck, crying her eyes out.

He turned away, his voice icy. “Take her yourself. Eliana, you saved my life, I paid your family billions. Now we’re square. After what you did to my son, you’re not fit to be a mother. Go find your daughter. Every kid deserves their parents‘ love.”

Dylan’s words were like a death sentence for Eliana.

She stared at Dylan in a daze, seeing nothing but cold indifference on his charming face. She knew he was done with her. “Dylan, are you really abandoning me? Do you despise me too?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

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