The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 173

At first, Helga didn't recognize Old Mrs. Shepherd.

After all, Old Mrs. Shepherd was decked out in gold jewelry, with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses strung on a delicate gold chain, a silk dress underneath a mink coat. She carried an air of wealth and privilege that someone like Helga, a simple country woman, could never hope to match.

The way Old Mrs. Shepherd looked at Helga was as if she were some filthy piece of trash.

"Mrs. Perkins, wasn't it humiliating enough for you to make a scene at my birthday lunch last time? Now you've followed me here to cause trouble again? My husband and I have spent our entire lives together—do you really think you can just disrupt us whenever you please?"

Despite being seventy-three or seventy-four, Old Mrs. Shepherd spoke to Helga with the petulance of a spoiled debutante. When she finished, she even flashed a coquettish smile at Old Mr. Shepherd.

It was only when Helga saw Old Mr. Shepherd that she realized—she'd run into her nemesis.

Her eyes instantly turned red, brimming with tears.

Whenever Helga started to cry, the corners of her eyes would break out in small sores. Years of living in a remote mountain village, crying over heartaches and disappointments, had left her skin fragile and inflamed.

"How… how can you treat people like this? This is a public restaurant, not the Shepherds' private club. What right do you have to come in, while we're not allowed? Why do you say I'm following you, and not the other way around?"

Don't be fooled by Helga's lack of schooling or literacy. She knew how to stand up for herself. Her mind was sharp as a tack.

Her gaze, full of wounded dignity, fixed on Old Mr. Shepherd.

Her voice trembled with hurt: "Maurice Shepherd! The Perkins family never wronged you! You brought home some woman, then demanded a divorce. My granddaughter would call that cheating. The woman you brought back was your mistress! She bullied me for a lifetime, and now she dares to turn around and accuse me. Is it just because I have no sons or daughters to stand up for me?"

Even the restaurant staff, overhearing her words, couldn't help but pity Helga. Several waiters glanced nervously at Old Mr. and Mrs. Shepherd.

In that moment, Old Mrs. Shepherd's face flushed red with embarrassment.

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