Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 218

The woman parked her car by the hillside and took out the spare keys to Treyton’s villa that he had given her prior.She went in and grabbed some things before heading to the ancestral hall leisurely.

As soon as she reached the entrance, she could already hear the sounds of sobbing from Hector’s wife, Nina Ross.

“Look, Marcus! You’ve seen Hector’s face now. This is all Gwendolyn’s doing. You can’t be partial toward her this time!”

Nina and Hector’s son, Luke, was just as livid. “Gwendolyn’s gone too far this time, Uncle Marcus. No matter what, my dad’s still her uncle and someone older than her. She can’t do this to him even if he’s done something to upset her!”

Amid all the complaints from Hector’s family, Marcus sat in his wheelchair in silence, fiddling with the prayer beads in his hand.

Leif stood next to him and sighed, looking as though he was withholding his words.

Noticing that, Marcus asked, “Is there something you want to say?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“It’s fine. I’m here, so speak your mind.”

Leif pondered briefly before stating, “I don’t think it’s wise to only listen to what Mr. Hector’s family has to say, Mr. Marcus. If Mr. Hector is accusing Ms. Gwendolyn of such acts, then there should at least be some form of proof.”

Lorelai was instantly enraged. “Hubby, you know Gwendolyn’s temper. She’s always been selfish and arrogant, so it’s really no surprise if she did this! Why would we need proof?”

Marcus remained quiet, and no one could tell what was on his mind.

Suddenly, Hector rose from his seat, walked toward the family altar, and knelt before it. “I, Hector Harris, swear on our ancestors that Gwendolyn did harm me with acid,” he declared firmly. “May the skies rumble and I be struck by lightning if I turn out to be lying!”

As soon as he finished, a thunderous boom sounded from outside.

Hector was so startled that he curled up into a ball on the floor, his legs trembling relentlessly.

Nina and Luke were just as terrified, and the color drained from their faces.

The atmosphere inside the room turned grim in an instant due to the thunder.

Then, Gwendolyn’s laughter rang out from the entrance, piercing the eerie atmosphere and capturing everyone’s attention.

The woman pushed the door open with an orange-flavored lollipop in her mouth. “It looks like you’re not being honest, Uncle Hector. Even the skies aren’t buying your words,” she remarked with a smirk.

Hector was infuriated. “Gwendolyn! You made that noise, didn’t you?”

Gwendolyn dismissed him with a chuckle.

She had merely gotten Ezra to blare the sound of a thunderclap over the speakers, but she certainly didn’t expect Hector’s family to jump in fright like that.

“You must’ve done something wrong to be that scared of a little thunder, Uncle Hector.”

“You!”

Hector turned around and glared at her.

“Oh my!” Gwendolyn pretended to be alarmed. “What happened to your face? ‘Idle and Lazy?’ Yup, these words suit you indeed.”

Hector and his family fumed at the insults hurled at them.

The man jumped up and stared at her in fury.

“At least I had the courage to swear on our ancestors, Gwendolyn! Would you dare do the same to prove you didn’t do this to my face?”

Gwendolyn scowled. “Why should I need to swear on our ancestors? You chose to do that. It doesn’t mean I have to as well.”

“You’re choosing not to because you’re too afraid!” Luke chimed in.