The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 198

Julian fell silent.

He'd never imagined she could be so proud.

All this time, he'd thought she was shameless, but only now did he realize—she'd been holding her head high all along.

From the day she married him, she'd never spent a cent of his money.

Never once had she asked him for anything.

That kind of dignity wasn't something just anyone could hold onto.

Even Felicity, who always prided herself on her independence and confidence, still managed to hint her way into a few million from him every year.

"This has nothing to do with whether you sue me or not. It's just that… our daughter and I both believe that the share of the Nicholson family's estate is rightfully yours…"

He said it: our daughter.

He actually used the words, "our daughter," when speaking to her.

Winona froze.

"Our daughter?" Her eyes grew red as she looked at him with a bitter, mocking smile.

"Yes, our daughter." He repeated it, quietly.

Lately, he'd spent many sleepless nights sitting alone on the living room sofa, lost in thought.

For some reason, every time, Tiana would pad quietly downstairs on bare feet to keep him company.

She'd ask in a hoarse, fragile little voice, "Daddy, do you feel like, ever since Mommy left, the house is as cold as a freezer, like there's no warmth at all?"

Julian would pull his daughter into his arms. "You feel it too?"

And then she'd start to cry. "Daddy, I was so awful to Mommy before. She gave birth to me… how could I treat her like that? Daddy, if you want to marry Miss Felly, that's fine—I wish you both happiness. But can you send me to live with Mommy? I want to be with her."

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify