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Christian hung up the phone and looked at Matilda. “It’s all sorted out. You can go ahead and handle it. If you need anything, just come to me 

Thanks, Christian.” Matilda replied. 

“Go on, get 

get busy” 

Christian waved his hand. 

“You should head home early and rest. Take care of yourself, she added respectfully before leaving. 

She then gave Lea a meaningful glance on her way out, thinking. With Christian protecting Helen, how the hell could Lea even think of plotting against her? Now, the only way is to get Christian off Lea’s side! Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The stock price issue had been resolved, and Christian was back 

Lea went home with him. It was late, and she headed straight to her room, feeling down. 

In her previous life, Helen had killed her child in the most brutal of ways. Even if Helen died ten thousand times, it wouldn’t be enough to quench Lea’s seething haired. 

This time. Helen had killed someone else, and by all rights, she should be rotting in jail for life, living in the abyss. The thought brought a smirk to Lea’s face. 

But with Christian throwing his weight around and Marika pulling strings, there was still a slim chance Helen could walk free. 

Meanwhile, Matilda probably wouldn’t keep Lea around and would try to get rid of her, making things even more dangerous. 

The silver lining was that Matilda had to pull a lot of money from the Fraley family to invest in the Berry Group, weakening the Fraley Group and making them easier to deal with later. 

Suddenly, Lea’s phone vibrated. She snatched it 

I it up–it was a message from Lorrand [Miss Lea, we have the results of the paternity test.] 

Her heart raced as she opened the file, her hands trembling as she read through. 

Just as she suspected, Helen and Nixon were confirmed as father and daughter. But there was no blood link between her and Ewan or Christian. 

In an instant, Lea was overwhelmed by this truth. No fucking blood link at all? I am not a Berry. So, who the hell am I? Why was I passed off as Ewan’s bastard and dumped back with the Berrys? Who are my real parents? Why did they ditch me. letting me fall into Matikla’s clutches and setting me up for such a fucked–up past life?” 

Lately, she’d been piecing together her own backstory. Christian had brought her to the Berry family when she was just over a month old, waving around a paternity test that claimed she was Ewan’s. Christian then handed her over to Matilda to raise 

But where the hell did that paternity test come from! Did he know it was a sham! Did his ignorance of my abuse, his coldness towards me, and his preference for Helen have something to do with this lie? The more she mulled it over, the more it twisted her gut. None of this shit made any sense. She sighed. 

In the Berry family villa, when Matilda got home, it was already pitch dark outside. But inside, the place was lit up like high noon, decked out in all its opulence. 

As soon as Matilda walked in, she spotted Ewan lounging on the sofa, lazily flipping through magazines–a rare sight since he was actually at home, and she had an urgent issue to discuss. 

“Christian said we need to raise funds to buy back stocks and stabilize the company’s share prices. We gotta come up with 200 million dollars, and fast” she instructed. 

*200 million dollars Ewan nearly jumped off the sofa. “What the hell do you think I am! Where am I supposed to get that kind of cash?” 

Despite being the CEO of the Berry Group, Ewan only raked in a few million bucks a year, and the company’s dividends didn’t exactly shower him with cash. Plus, Matilda managed the household finances, so he had little to play with… 

Matilda was pissed off. Is 200 million a lot? Ewan, our company needs billions right now! I just asked for 200 million, and this is your reaction! What kind of man are you?” 

Matilda’s words struck Ewan hard which got him thingking that ever since he married her, she’d been on his case constantly, both at work and at 

home. 

Despite his silver–spoon background, he lived like a pauper. He might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he had his pride. Matilda’s relentless 

and now this insult almost pushed him to the edge. 

‘Matilda, you think you’re so fucking great?” His voice was shaking with anger, his eyes burning with resentment. You raised Helen all by yourself. Remember what you said? You didn’t want me anywhere near her, afraid she’d turn out like me–a total fuck–up, and now she’s a murderer! What does that make you, huh? Ewan taunted her, his face twisted with scorn. 

Matilda’s hand cracked across his cheek, leaving a well that turned his face to the side, her fingers leaving angry red marks. 

Evan was stunned by the blow. 

You really just called our daughter a murderer?” Matilda was seething, barely able to contain her fury “People can talk all they want, but you’re her father. How could she possibly deserve a dad like you? You’re fucking pathetic!” She hissed. 

Shen paused then, added, “Let me tell you, Helen’s innocent and she’s going to walk free. And then.. 

“And then what?” Ewan retorted, his voice cold as he touched his cheek. “You gonna divorce me? 

He then smirked coldly. “Think you can handle that? Matilda, you married me just for my family’s clout and wealth, didn’t your Drop the act and the pity party–no one’s buying it.” 

In a rage, Matilda raised her hand to slap him again, but Ewan caught her wrist, his voice icy. “Calm down. You want to keep living off the Berry family’s money, right? You still need me for that” He then wrenched his arm away and stormed towards the door. 

Matilda steadied herself against the sofa and caught his sleeve. “I need to get moving on raising some cash 

“Tm broke!” he fired back. 

Her anger exploded anew. “You have money to waste on mistresses but none to save your own.company? 

His temper flared, and he forcefully shook her off, striding out without a glance back. 

Matilda’s head thudded against the sofa as she stared after Ewan in disbelief. After twenty years of marriage, he was always the docile one, never daring to defy her no matter how much she provoked or demeaned him–he just took it all in stride. 

Matilda couldn’t believe that Ewan was so changed. With my influence in the Berry family fading, my status with Christian crumbling, and Helen following suit, is he finally gonna turn on me? she wondered. 

After a moment’s hesitation, she chased after him. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? You’re just gonna ignore Helen’s mess like this?” she shouted. But all she got was the sound of his car speeding away. 

Her voice was shrill and furious as she yelled, “Ewan, if you can’t get that fucking money, you’re not off the book! You’re no Helen’s father at all 

Inside the car, Ewan listened to her yelling and pressed down harder on the gas. 

He hadn’t even wanted to come back at night. But with the Herry Group’s stocks tanking and investors breathing down his neck, he had no choice. But facing Matilda’s immediate demand for 200 million dollars was more suffocating than any creditor outside. 

Forget about 200 million, of 1 could even muster 20 million, i wouldn’t have spent years living under her thumb like this, he thought bitterly. As for Helen–if she really did kill someone, there’s not much I can do to change that 

Watching the car out of sight, Matilda felt her legs go weak, so she leaned against the wall for support, tears streaming down her face. 

As a golden girl, she bitterly regreted ending up with a deadbeat like Ewan, 

by her tears, her expression hardened. She whipped out her phone and made a call “Max, keep an eye on Ewan and 

As she quickly wiping away! update me on everything“ 

After hanging up, she glanced at her phone and dialed another number. While waiting for an answer, she strolled into the living room and shut the door. 

me know your availability. Her tone softened instantly. 

“Can we set up a meeting! 

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