The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 314

Her tone was calm. "Besides, didn't you say it yourself? I'm your money tree. You can't let anything happen to your money tree, can you?"

After a pause, she added, "If you ask me to be your mistress, I'll do it. We can sign a contract, you decide for how many years. When the time is up, or when you find someone to marry, we'll go our separate ways."

"You don't need money, and I don't need another woman!" Yves Prescott retorted irritably.

"Being your mistress wouldn't be about money. It would be about fulfilling my promise, about repaying my debt to you," Winona told him plainly.

"You're willing to be my mistress, but not my wife?" There was a note of weariness and sorrow in his voice.

Winona's tone was quiet and wistful. "Mr. Prescott, I'm not some paragon of virtue. I don't have much pride either. To save my grandmother, my sister, and my son, I had to swallow my dignity and turn to you in desperation. Do you know what I was thinking then?"

"I was thinking, when lives are on the line, what does dignity matter?"

"But now, I'm finally starting to feel like a person again. I can't stop replaying that day at Old Mrs. Shepherd's birthday banquet—how lost I was, how utterly alone, until I had no choice but to give up my dignity. I can't forget that pain so easily."

"Yves Prescott, please, just let me live with some dignity. Or at least give me some time to process everything. Can you do that?" Her voice was even more desolate than his.

"Fine. I'll give you time."

"Goodbye."

"Are you going to change Zane's name now?" he asked.

"I have to transfer the household registration and change his name. It all needs to be done," she replied.

"I'll go with you."

"What?" Winona looked at him, confused. Why would he come with her to do that?

"You think it's simple, but you might have to run around to different departments. It'll be inconvenient with Zane. What if he gets lost? I'll come with you and watch him. I have a whole trunk full of toys for him in my car."

"Mom, I want to ride in Dad Prescott's car," Zane piped up, sticking his head out of the window.

That little rascal! It had only been a few days, and Yves Prescott had already won him over.

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