The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 230

"Look at that handsome guy!" Helga blurted out.

"Yes, yes, that's why we're here, we just want to see how far Nona and Mr. Prescott have gotten. If things are going well, if it's stable, then we can…" Mia was still searching for the right words when Helga cut her off.

Helga piped up, "Mr. Prescott, Mia says that if things work out between you and Winona, you'll help me get my revenge?"

Winona and Mia were both speechless.

"Helga Perkins! Enough!" Winona snapped at her grandmother.

"Grandma, you can't just blurt out the truth like that…" Mia quickly tried to rein her in.

She shot Yves Prescott an anxious glance, clearly embarrassed. "Um, Mr. Prescott, really, we just talk nonsense at home, you know, just silly family talk behind closed doors. Don't take it seriously, Nona didn't mean anything by it, haha, really…"

Yves Prescott: "…"

Looking at this oddball family of four, he couldn't help but notice how mismatched they all were. Aside from Winona, the other three looked like circus clowns thrown together at random—eye-catching in all the wrong ways, the sort of group that would attract stares and snickers at the market.

But Yves saw something else in them—a kind of quiet sorrow.

Mia was thirty-four now, two years older than him, still single and between jobs. She dressed up like this, desperate to find herself a good future.

Grandma Helga, seventy-two, had lived her whole life alone, childless and without support. Survival for her meant putting on a tough, carefree front, never letting the world see her worries. She copied Mia's style just to feel closer to her granddaughter.

Then there was Zane, a little boy with a hearing impairment and a shaved head—not by choice, but by necessity. Only Winona seemed to offer him genuine warmth and acceptance.

Winona was the only one who looked—and acted—"normal," but even she was a castoff: abandoned first by her birth family, then by her husband and daughter. In the end, this strange foursome had huddled together for comfort, four misfits shielding each other from the world.

It was obvious that Winona doted on the other three. Her design contracts with Bunny Abode alone brought in hundreds of thousands every month—millions a year—so money was never a problem. Yet she worked tirelessly, always striving for more.

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