The CEO’S Unplanned Heir novel (Aurelia and Leopold) novel Chapter 442

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Chapter 442 

Belinda shot her a glance, “It’s Christmas, for heaven’s sake, don’t bring that up.” 

Aurelia paid no attention, focusing on her food. 

She had seen it all these days; the mockery, the sneering, the kicking when she was down. It was the norm now. 

Emma snickered, “Sure, Aurelia got divorced, but she got a mansion, a luxury car, and a billion–dollar fortune. What would I get if I divorced Ritchie?” 

Perla shot her a scathing look. “She could have a son, could you? You got us only two daughters.” 

Before she finished speaking, Aurelia set her bowl down on the coffee table with a clatter. 

“Perla, whether it’s a son or a daughter is up to the man, not me. It’s not that I can have a son, it’s that my ex–husband could. If Emma can’t have a son, it’s my cousin’s issue, not hers.” 

Perla’s face turned ashen, “If she were replaced by another woman, we’d surely have a son.” 

“Enough,” Belinda lounged on a chaise, munching on popcorn while a maid massaged her shoulders, “Whether it’s a son or a daughter, as long as they can take care of you in your old age, they’re not a waste. Times have changed, our family is halfway to nobility. Mind your manners, don’t make a spectacle of yourself.” 

Despite Aurelia’s divorce, Belinda got a fortune and this mansion. Not a bad deal! 

She could live like a Duchess, being served and enjoying the finer things in life. 

Perla pouted, “You’re living the life, while Ritchie is out there slaving away. He even has to work on Christmas Eve.” 

Emma scoffed, “He’s not working today, the property management is on holiday. Who knows where he’s messing around.” 

Ritchie was a good–for–nothing. If not for their kids, she would have divorced him long 

ago. 

Belinda sighed, the only worry she had in her life was her grandson, a spoilt child since his youth. 

“Perla, call Ritchie and ask him to come home for Christmas dinner. He shouldn’t be messing around with his good–for–nothing friends.” 

“Fine,” Perla reluctantly went outside to make the call. 

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Belinda looked at the wall clock, it was almost noon and her youngest grandson hadn’t returned yet. Is Avery coming home for Christmas dinner?” 

“He’s performing at the Christmas concert, can’t make it. But we can watch him on TV tonight,” Jolin smiled. 

Belinda sighed, “The entertainment industry is good and all, but it’s too busy. He’s either on set or filming a show, we hardly get to see him.”