Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart novel Chapter 1077

While Cara was thinking about who aimed at her, she heard the accountant saying, “He said nothing else. But he signed ‘Phil’.”

The accountant who was from Ustistan had never dealt with any men called ‘Phil’ at work, so he had no idea who Phil was. But Cara was totally stunned when she heard it.

Phil?

Wasn’t that her son’s name?

Cara thought of her son but she couldn’t believe her son had done it to her.

How could it be possible？

How could her birth son Phil have done something like this to destroy her?

She couldn’t believe it and asked again with a trembling voice, “Are you sure of those letters?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve forwarded the mail to you. Check it!” The accountant’s voice was hoarse, “Please come up with something to handle it.”

Cara hung up the phone immediately. Then she ran into the study and turned on the computer to check the mail. She wasn’t in the mood of cleaning the expensive carpet. She would have been really distressed if she had stained the carpet like this before.

She had been living an extravagant life. Everything she ate and used was of top quality and luxury brand, including the carpets in the house.

She firmly believed that she would have good taste and give herself the air of elegance if she was willing to spend lots of money on herself and that she would finally turn herself into a rich lady from a poor and pathetic little girl.

Trevon was back while Cara was staggering upstairs and rushing into the study.

He glanced at her awkward figure and couldn’t help but frown. There must be something wrong. Otherwise, she wouldn’t give up putting up airs.

But he wasn’t qualified to ask or care no matter what had happened.

It had been like this for so many years. Cara would tell him if she wanted to. Otherwise, she would taunt him for being good for nothing and warn him not to interfere with her business.

He didn’t feel like caring about anything now. He came back to pack and move to the hotel.

In fact, they had other house properties but they were all under Cara’s name. Without doubt, Cara wouldn’t allow him to live in any of them. She had got another pet phrase, “Get out of my house!”

That was why he decided to live in the hotel. He knew there would be a good fight between Cara and Phil. If she knew that he had warned Phil of her evil plan, she would probably make a scene in front of him.

He just had enough of it.

If Cara blew her top and requested a divorce, he would agree.

He had suddenly figured it out these days. Getting a divorce was no big deal. At worst, he would be penniless and homeless, and he would die alone.

If he couldn’t stop her from hurting Phil’s baby, he didn’t think he would live any better for the rest of his life.

Trevon went into the room to pack. He packed some clothes and necessities only. He heard Cara smashing a vase in the study when he got out of the room.

He went over to the door of the study with the luggage, stood there, and glanced at her indifferently.

Cara, in real silk leisure wear, smashed another vase in the study, “Why? Why did he do that to me? Is he going to destroy me?”

“I’m his mother!”

“How could he do this to me for a woman!”

Trevon roughly guessed what had happened. Probably, Phil had fought back against Cara, which he had expected. He could feel Phil’s rage in the silence when he called to warn him of it.

Or, maybe Phil had been deeply hurt. After all, few mothers in the world were heartless enough to attack their daughters-in-law for their interest only.