After the divorce he begged novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242

“You didn’t. You just threatened me with her life,” Ryan said, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Fine, then I’ll threaten you with her life right now. If you don’t bring Rebecca back to the Guzman family today and claim her as your own, I’ll end her myself,” Old Mr. Lawrence said mercilessly. “Would you really

do that?”

Ryan looked at him.

He didn’t respond.

“These were two totally different things, Ryan thought. “They’re not even on the same level.

If he hadn’t broken up with Amelia and told her to get rid of the baby, Old Mr. Lawrence actually would have hurt her.

“Ryan,” Old Mr. Lawrence said, unusually calm as he stood beside him–after all these years of barely being able to stand the sight of each other. “Back then, you didn’t love Amelia nearly as much as you liked to think.”

Ryan shot him a sideways glance.

Old Mr. Lawrence finally let out what he’d kept buried for years. “Given all the paths in front of you, you always chose the one that benefited you most.”

Ryan stayed silent.

After all this time, Old Mr. Lawrence had pretty much let go of what happened back then.

He’d even forgotten just how much he’d pressured Ryan and forced him to compromise.

“Back then, you and Amelia were the most impressive among the younger generation,” Old Mr. Lawrence said, eyeing him. “But instead of standing with her, you looked out for yourself.”

Ryan scoffed, refusing to even bother with an explanation. “Easy for you to judge,” he thought.

“If you’d really had the backbone to break away from the Guzman family and go with her to the Quinns, life would’ve been way smoother for both of you,” Old Mr. Lawrence commented.

“That’s all easy talk, now that it’s ancient history,” Ryan replied dryly, not a flicker of emotion on his face. “Did you forget already how much the Quinns despised the Guzmans?”

Back then, even if he’d ditched the Guzman family for the Quinns, Sebastian wouldn’t have taken him in, no way.

Actually, it was just the opposite.

Everyone in the Quinn family except Amelia would’ve thought he was faking it–pretending to leave the Guzmans just to use Amelia as a ticket into the Quinns.

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That was the smartest choice he could make back then. No way was he letting Amelia get dragged into the same mess, being threatened by her own family over and over.

“There’s something you probably don’t know,” Old Mr. Lawrence finally said after thinking it over for a long time.

Ryan didn’t even look up. “Go ahead.”

“Amelia made a deal with her family for your sake,” Old Mr. Lawrence told him, letting out a secret he’d held onto for years. “She helped them turn the tables, and besides getting her rightful shares, she got Sebastian to actually acknowledge you. He agreed.”

Ryan stiffened.

Old Mr. Lawrence looked at him. “But in the end, you caved and accepted the woman I arranged for you as your fiancée.”

Ryan felt like someone had punched him right in the chest.

That day, Amelia had been so excited, telling him she was about to get her dad to accept him.

But instead, he’d dropped the bomb: “Amelia, I’m getting engaged.”

“If you hadn’t gone along with the engagement I set up, Sebastian would’ve already accepted you,” Old Mr. Lawrence said, not the least bit regretful about his choices. “You could’ve gone your own way, and Amelia wouldn’t have had to leave Honnala.”

Ryan shot him a look, his eyes dark and bottomless, then walked right out of the party without another word.

He needed to find Amelia.

He needed to tell her he’d messed everything up.

Old Mr. Lawrence didn’t bother stopping him. With the family finally stable, he just let Ryan go and do whatever he pleased.

Upstairs on the third floor, Barry Lynch was updating Jeffrey on what was happening downstairs, running through all the details. When he finished, he reassured Jeffrey, “Ms. Jensen’s fine for now, so you don’t need to worry.”

“Give me the names of those people,” Jeffrey said, cool and collected in his expensive suit. He turned to Gregory. “In a couple of days, go pay them a visit. Make sure they really understand what happens when you start spreading lies and rumors around here.”

Gregory replied, “Understood.”

Jeffrey let out a quiet hum and rose to his feet.

Stanley, who hadn’t said a word until now, suddenly called out to him, “Hey, where you headed?”

“Just stepping out for a bit,” Jeffrey replied, a cool glint in his eyes. “Figured I’d say hi to a few folks—let ‘em

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know, Rebecca and Amelia aren’t people you can just push around.”

He’d held off before, since this was Honnala.

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Sebastian’s out chasing his daughter, and Ryan’s looking to win his wife back. Jeffrey figured they’d make all the right moves. Not that he cared much about their opinion, he just thought he’d throw them a bone.

Who knew they’d drop the ball so hard?

All that glitzy show without anything real to back it up–it’s just empty sparkles with nothing behind.

“Hold up.” Stanley said.

Jeffrey raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.

Stanley hesitated, struggling to find the right words.

He’d meant to tell Jeffrey everything about Andrea and Rebecca back at the hospital, but watching Jeffrey change his bandages and clothes, Stanley just didn’t have the heart to hit him with more stress. He worried the shock might make Jeffrey’s wound open up again–or worse, mess with his head.

So Stanley figured he’d wait until Jeffrey was in a better mood after seeing Rebecca, then break the news to him little by little.

But now, seeing how things were, Stanley knew-

It still wasn’t the right time for this conversation.

“Something on your mind?” Jeffrey asked directly, noticing Stanley seemed off today.

Stanley nodded, a little hesitant. “Yeah, kind of.”

Jeffrey gave him an encouraging look. “Go on, I’m listening.”

Stanley paused for a moment, then said, “Just to confirm–are you sure Andrea was the one who saved your life? Was it mainly because of that long scar on her thigh?”

“Yeah,” Jeffrey replied.

Stanley fell silent, his mind in turmoil.

‘Maybe Ian really messed up. Maybe it’s not what everyone thinks,‘ Stanley thought, clinging to that last sliver of hope before coming here.

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes, tension growing. “How do you even know that?” Very few people were in on this secret–just Stephen, his folks, and Andrea herself.

Stanley hesitated, voice barely above a whisper. “Someone told me.”

Jeffrey stepped closer, his tone sharper. “Who?”

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Stanley bit his lip, finally confessing, “The doctor Andrea’s been seeing.”

Jeffrey’s brows drew together.

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