The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 177

Helga, sitting between Winona and Mia, was completely stunned.

She dabbed at the corners of her eyes with a trembling hand, tears making her eyes red as she looked at Julian. "Tell me, Julian… Young Master Nicholson, are you my granddaughter's husband, or are you married into the Shepherd family?"

Julian fell silent.

"You nearly got my granddaughter killed. She's been through so much already, and now you want to force our whole family to move thousands of miles away. What did she ever do to deserve this? Not only do you refuse to protect her, but you're helping others hurt her?" Helga's voice shook as she wiped her tears, her gaze never leaving Julian.

Julian had no answer.

"This—this crucifix… it's not even valuable. My great-grandfather carved it out of plain wood. My granddaughter was willing to pay a thousand dollars just to buy it back. But you people—why did you jack up the price higher than a mansion? It's because I'm old and alone, isn't it? Because my granddaughter is young and has no one to rely on? You think you can bully us just because we have no one to stand up for us!"

Julian kept his head bowed, unable to reply.

"This is your crucifix now, bought with your money. I don't want it! I don't care about anything that belongs to the Shepherds. If you're not my granddaughter's husband, then don't bother giving me anything. Even if you do, I won't take it! Take it away! Don't let it ruin our meal! And if you ever hurt my granddaughter again, I'll throw myself right in front of your house—let my blood stain your doorstep and bring you bad luck!"

Helga had spent her life being pushed around, always at the mercy of others.

She had nothing to rely on.

The only threat she could muster was to fling her life in the face of those who'd wronged her.

It was pitiful—tragic, even.

"Mr. Nicholson, my grandmother was just discharged from the hospital yesterday. We came to this restaurant today; we didn't mean to run into you. Please, don't upset her anymore, alright?" Winona's tone was calm but cold as she faced Julian.

"…Alright." Julian could only nod. He picked up the crucifix and retraced his steps.

He handed it to his driver, Cliff. "Put it back in the car. When Mrs. Perkins is feeling better, we'll return it."

"Yes, sir." Cliff took the crucifix and left.

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