Chapter 45
Chapter 45
“What?” Liam and Hannah exchanged a stunned glance, disbelief flashing between them.
Liam recovered first, his voice steady as he said, “Hannah, po take a shower, I’ll meet with him.”
Hannah, ever une to pry into private matters–especially ones she had no business being present for–modded without hestation. “Alright.”
The door closed softly behind her, Liam descended the stairs, selling onto the couch with casual elegance, reaching for his coffee with an air of effortless
refinement.
The butler stood quietly to the side, waiting. At Liam’s curt order-“Let him in“-he bowed his head and replied, “Yes, si
Liam took a sip of coffee just as a squat, disheveled middle–aged man limped into view.
The man wore drab, ill fitting clothes; one pant leg was longer than the other. A battered wooden cane chudded against the floor with each unmen step
His face was narrow and hollow–cheeked, his chin lost beneath a rough mess of black and white stubble
The moment Liam laid eyes on him, his hand jerked violently, his teeth clinking sharply against the rim of his cup.
In the few minutes he’d been waiting, Liam had imagined Aria’s ex–husband as some polished, successful man–perhaps one crippled by injury after the divorce, but nonetheless a rival worth noting.
He thought maybe the man had come to taunt him, to reclaim what he had lost
He had considered a hundred possibilities, but nothing could have prepared him for reality: A filthy, pitiful wreck of a man.
Liam didn’t care for Aria; he looked down on her greed, her decent–but even he knew one thing
There was no way this man had ever been her husband
Setting the cup down with deliberate calm, he drawled, “You’re claiming to be Aria’s ex–husband?”
Leaning back lazily against the couch, one leg casually crossed over the other, Liam steepled his fingers across his knoe and studied the man with a gaze that could cut glass.
The mans
shrank under his scrutiny, voice timid and halting. “Yes, sir. My name’s Henry Lester I was Aria’s–well, Madelyn’s–ex husband.”
Liam’s brows lifted ever so slightly. “Madelyn?”
“She went by that name before she leh Jamelan,” Henry mumbled, daring a quick glance up before dropping his eyes toutoor once again,
Liam frowned deeply. “You expect me to take your word for it? Where’s your proof?”
Henry sagged visibly, clutching his cane as though it were the only thing holding him upright
With a subtle nod from Liam, the butler quickly fetched a chai
Henry eased into it, some of the strain leaving his shoulders.
Liam’s voice was slow, almost bored, but laced with threat. “If you can’t produce proof, I’ll have you arrested for slander”
Aria’s reputation was already a liability. Any association with someone like this would drag Liam’s own standing through the mud.
“I have proof!” Henry cried, fumbling inside his threadbare coat before producing a crumpled, yellowed piece of paper.
A sour stench accompanied it, making Liam’s nose wrinkle in disgust. “Put it on the table,” he said coldly
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Henry did as told, mumbling, “It’s a deed…a sale contract. Over a decade ago, Dominic sold his daughter to me–to be my child bride.”
“Child bride?” Liam stared at him, stunned. “Dominic is Aria’s foster father?”
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