The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 170

"So, can you write me a promise—something in writing—that you'll take care of the three burdens I'll leave behind? If I go away, they'll have no one. They'll have nothing." Winona's voice was calm, almost unnervingly so.

Yves Prescott didn't hesitate. "No one can take care of your three loved ones the way you do, with no reservations, no selfishness. I can't promise you that."

"You…"

"You're not going anywhere. Nothing bad is going to happen to you—nothing at all. That security footage? Mackenzie and Hattie took care of it ahead of time; they paid someone to have it disabled before anything happened. No one saw what you did. Mackenzie knows he was in the wrong—he wouldn't dare call the police. And remember, he started it. You were just protecting yourself. Lastly, you've got me. As long as I'm around, if Mackenzie so much as looks at you the wrong way again, I'll see to it he ends up face-down in the gutter."

His tone was calm, but the certainty in it was unshakeable.

"Go on up. Your grandmother, your sister, your son—they're all waiting for you upstairs. I think they've whipped up quite a feast." Yves gave her a gentle nudge.

Winona blinked, surprised. "How did you know?"

"You'd barely left with the ointment before your sister called me," Yves explained, shooting her a wry smile. "She was worried—she said she didn't trust those people around you, thought someone would try to hurt you. Good thing she called me when she did." He shot a nod of approval. "Mia's got good instincts."

Winona couldn't help but laugh. "That's my sister, all right."

After the laughter faded, she looked at Yves, sincerity shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Yves. Really."

"I don't want to hear those words from you," Yves said quietly.

"Then what do you want to hear?" Winona was genuinely puzzled.

He fell silent for a moment before replying, "Never mind. Just go upstairs. Someday, if you ever want to say those words to me, you'll say them of your own accord."

"Alright," Winona agreed, smiling softly.

Just as she reached for the car door handle, her phone rang. It was Xander.

She assumed it was an investor calling. Lately, with the help of Yves, Wesley, and Zachary, she'd managed to attract a few investors, not many, but every little bit helped. After such an exhausting night, a potential business call almost felt like a reward.

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