He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 706

"Mr. Campbell, Madam... the Patriarch is furious. Please, do not provoke him," he pleaded quickly.

Julian just grunted in response.

"Understood," Helena replied softly.

"He's waiting for you in the study," the housekeeper added, leading the way.

They walked down the grand, echoing halls toward the massive oak doors.

As the doors swung open, Julian guided her inside.

"Get out," Donovan snapped, pointing a trembling finger straight at Julian.

Julian's jaw locked, looking ready to go to war right then and there.

Even after all these years of acting as the heir, the two of them constantly clashed.

Helena put a hand on Julian's arm and shook her head. "Wait outside. Let me talk to him."

Julian stared at her, a silent battle of wills playing out between them.

But she held her ground.

Reluctantly, he spun on his heel and walked out.

The heavy doors clicked shut, sealing her in.

She stood perfectly still in front of the furious patriarch. "Grandfather."

"Don't call me that," he barked. "Look at the mess you've made! Where do you expect me to hide my face? Do you have any idea how many people have called me today asking about this circus?"

First, it was the original rumors about her and Sebastian.

Then the sudden exposure of her marriage to Julian.

Donovan knew her dark past, but the public didn't.

So how was he supposed to do damage control?

He had been forced to plaster on a fake smile and tell his elite peers that the young people were just working through their issues.

What else could he say?

The sheer humiliation was making his blood boil.

And just when he thought he had contained the fire, she had tossed a grenade right into his lap.

Was she actively trying to destroy their reputation?

"I don't care how things are done in Riverton. Coralia isn't some playground. And the paparazzi here will dig up every rotting skeleton in your closet."

"If the Campbell family hadn't been burying your past, do you honestly think you'd still be walking free?"

He hit her with the brutal, unvarnished truth.

His predatory gaze never left her face.

She was totally cornered.

Every move she made dug her deeper into the trap.

What should have been a clean break had spiraled into an inescapable disaster.

Her continued silence caused his temper to spike again.

He violently swiped a porcelain teacup off his desk, sending it shattering against the wall.

At the sound of the crash, the doors slammed open and Julian stormed back in.

"Back off!" Julian yelled, his eyes blazing.

"This is my marriage. She's my wife, not yours! If I'm not screaming about it, why are you? What, are you projecting your own insecurities?" When Julian chose to be vicious, he went straight for the jugular.