Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413

Originally, all they had needed was to make Stella lose Felix’s support, and their suffering would finally be

over.

But now Fiona had come back injured, saying she had nearly lost her life.

Dora couldn’t take it.

Fiona asked, “What about you? Did you get to see Felix’s parents?”

Dora fell silent.

The question only made her feel worse.

What kind of mess was this?

“They didn’t even let me through the door.”

Not only had they refused to let her in, but they had also sent a housekeeper to dismiss her with those ugly words.

Between the lines, they were saying Dora had failed to raise Fiona properly.

They were also saying they looked down on Fiona.

As if the Wright family only had the Hernandez family as a suitable match in all of Harbor City.

If the Hernandez family didn’t want Fiona, Dora could find her someone better.

Did they really think she had to beg them?

The more Dora thought about it, the angrier she became. She was deeply dissatisfied with the Hernandez family’s attitude toward the Wrights.

Fiona said nothing.

Hearing that, she could barely take it either.

“So we both failed today, didn’t we?”

Dora gritted her teeth. “The Hernandez family will regret this one day.”

After all that back and forth, most of it on foot, they had left early in the morning and did not get back until after noon.

Stella was having lunch.

The smell of food made Dora and Fiona’s situation even harder to bear.

They had just come back from outside, and the cold wind had drained every bit of warmth from their bodies.

All they wanted now was something hot to eat.

Seeing Stella eating, Dora marched over with all the force she could muster. “We want lunch.”

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She forced the words through clenched teeth.

Stella had just taken a sip of soup. Hearing Dora’s demand, she raised an eyebrow.

“Sure. We’ll follow your rules, Mrs. Wright. Everything has already been prepared for you.”

Rules.

The rule about not feeding anyone who didn’t work.

That was what Dora had once said to Stella.

Dora had already been humiliated at the Hernandez residence. Now, hearing Stella say that made her whole body shake with anger.

“What rules? This is the Wright family. This house belongs to the Wrights. I’m in my own home. What rules do I need to follow?”

“I married Evan, so I’m part of the Wright family too,” Stella said. “This is my frome as well. You made me follow your rules. Why can’t you follow them yourself?”

Dora froze.

So did Fiona.

Stella’s words nearly made them explode with anger.

Dora was about to start cursing again, but before she could open her mouth, Stella spoke first.

“You’d better think carefully. No one is going to put up with your rules for you.”

She was reminding Dora of the slap she had taken before.

That phrase, no one is going to put up with it, landed like another sharp slap across Dora’s face.

Dora was so furious she almost fainted.

But in the end, she swallowed back the insults she had wanted to throw at Stella.

Seeing Dora’s face turn livid from holding it in, Stella smiled faintly. “So? Do you still want lunch?”

“Yes,” Dora snapped. “What do you want us to do today?”

Her anger was blazing.

If rage could burn, she would have reduced Stella to ashes.

Stella glanced to the side. “There.”

Dora followed her gaze.

Not far away sat two large baskets. At first, she couldn’t tell what was inside.

After a closer look, she realized they were filled with curtains and rugs.

“What are we supposed to do with those?” Dora asked, her breathing quickening as she looked back at

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