Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 295

“Just answer me—yes or no?”

The speakerphone was still on, and the old woman was desperate for a clear answer.

There was only silence on the other end, but sometimes silence is an answer in itself.

“If you won’t say anything, I’ll take it as confirmation that you’re already divorced,” she said with a dismissive snort.

“Where are you?” The man’s voice finally came, wary now.

She didn’t hide anything, still testing him. “At your former father-in-law’s house.”

More silence.

Willow didn’t want to shoulder that three-hundred-million debt, nor did she want Dorothy to pay it for her, so she spoke up. “I never said anything about it to anyone. Your cousin just put two and two together—she’s sharper than you think.”

Beasley froze when he heard Willow’s voice.

He hadn’t expected her to be there; he’d assumed his grandmother had gone to see Willow at Klein’s place, failed to find her, and was now calling him out of frustration.

“Grandma, hand her the phone. I need to talk to her alone for a moment.”

Beasley’s voice carried clearly through Evelyn’s phone on speaker.

Now that she knew for certain they were divorced, the old woman’s heart felt lighter, and a slight smile tugged at her lips.

“All right, but make sure you sort things out properly. I don’t want any lingering attachments between you two,” she added pointedly, then handed the phone to Willow.

Her meaning was clear: end it, with no loose ends.

“What does Laverne mean by that?” Klein’s gentlemanly composure finally cracked, his face flushing with anger. “Lingering attachments? Does she think our Willa would cling to the Windsor family? That’s absurd.”

Laverne’s words were clearly aimed at Willow, and he was done tolerating it.

She arched an eyebrow, her tone oozing pride. “Good. The cleaner the break, the better—for everyone.”

Laverne sniffed, “Don’t trouble yourself.”

Evelyn hurried over to take her grandmother’s arm, shooting Willow a smug glance before flashing a sugary smile at Laverne. “Grandma, let’s not stoop to their level. Let’s go.”

Laverne nodded, and with Evelyn’s arm linked through hers, swept out of Klein’s house.

At last, the unwelcome guests were gone. Willow quickly crossed the room and closed the door.

“Willa,” Klein said, guilt heavy in his voice, “this is all my fault. I had no idea the Windsors were treating you like this.”

Willow shut the door and walked back to him. Shaking her head, she hurried to his side. “I just didn’t want you to worry, Dad. That’s why I never told you.”

He sighed, pain and helplessness mingling in his eyes. “Silly girl. If you don’t tell me anything, I’ll just imagine the worst. Isn’t that even more worrying?”

Willow managed a small smile, promising, “Don’t worry, Dad. I won’t keep things from you again.”