The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 231

Winona stared at Yves Prescott in disbelief. "Yves, are you… are you really willing to go up against the Shepherd family for my grandmother's sake?"

Yves met her gaze, his tone unwavering. "Why wouldn't I?"

He reached out, taking her grandmother's frail, withered hand, and spoke with heartfelt sincerity. "You've spent your whole life with no one to rely on, suffering more hardships than anyone deserves. I won't let anyone mistreat you again—ever."

He squeezed her hand gently, voice growing stronger. "From now on, whenever there's a birthday celebration for any grandmother in Greenwood City, my grandma will walk in looking radiant and proud, and she'll be right there—front and center."

Helga blinked back tears. "Mr. Prescott, you… you're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?"

Yves grinned. "How could I ever lie to such a beautiful lady? From now on, no matter where you go, you tell everyone that Yves Prescott is your gra—" He caught himself, nearly saying "grandson-in-law," but changed course at the last second. "Say I'm your grandson."

The words he left unsaid hung in the air, but the meaning was clear.

Helga's tears spilled over, streaming down her cheeks. "I can finally hold my head high… The Perkins family will finally get what's coming to them!"

Yves's eyes hardened. "We don't want that statue back—not now. We'll wait until the Shepherd family's lost everything, and then they can return the statue themselves. Only after that will we allow them a scrap to eat."

He hadn't always felt so strongly about Felicity. But he'd seen for himself how she'd forced that priceless statue out of Winona's hands, raising the price a thousandfold, just to snatch it away.

Later he learned Felicity had only intended to give the statue to the old woman herself—but it had been a twisted act of charity, meant to humiliate both her and Winona.

That kind of arrogance and cruelty had erased the last bit of goodwill Yves felt toward her.

"That's exactly how it should be!" the old woman exclaimed. She might be a little scatterbrained, but she wasn't foolish. When Julian had brought her the statue in person, she'd refused it—she knew when her pride was being trampled.

"Thank you, Yves," Winona said quietly, a grateful smile on her face. "My grandmother's only wish has been to get justice from the Shepherd family. Now you've given her hope. As long as she's happy, that's all that matters. But enough of that—what do you want for lunch?"

Yves's eyes drifted to the piggy bank Zane was clutching. "Is Felicity making Zane treat me?"

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