Imprisoned While Pregnant, She's Back for Payback novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482 Supported by the Larsons

“Henry, have you lost your mind?” Olivia’s eyes blazed with fury, her glare sharp and unyielding as she confronted him.

Wolet had remained composed during the journey, but the moment she caught wind of the news, her calm shattered. She swiftly shot Abel a pointed look, her expression demanding answers.

Abel, caught off guard, awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, clearly realizing he had completely neglected to inform them about this development.

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ST. Ben Cams

Benjamin steadied himself on his cane, his movements slower than the younger men’s, yet in a heartbeat, he was standing directly before Henry.

Though Henry was taller, the stern, weathered expression on Benjamin’s face made him bow his head slightly, a gesture that harkened back over two decades to when he had pleaded with them to allow him to marry Kylie.

Benjamin’s fury erupted. He slammed his cane down hard against Henry’s shin. “Tess is your daughter, and you want to sever ties with her? Henry, when you launched your business, our family never treated you poorly. Is this how you repay the children of our family?”

His voice cut sharply through the air, and his gaze was nothing short of intimidating.

Henry yelped sharply from the pain, but when their eyes locked, he gritted his teeth, swallowing his pain. Being reprimanded in front of Tess and Abel dredged up a flood of old memories—shame and frustration clawed at his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Yet, unlike before, Henry couldn’t explode in anger. He simply stood there, head bowed, enduring it, grinding his teeth so fiercely he feared they might shatter.

The Larson children?

Even if Tess chose to distance herself from him, she remained his daughter. But to the Larsons, she was suddenly “their child.” Some things never changed. The Larsons’ arrogance remained as strong as ever, despite the passing years.

“Uncle Benjamin! Tess is out of control. She hurt her sister, even framed her, and keeps stirring up trouble for our family. I’m only trying to teach her a lesson. Besides, she’s my biological daughter. How could I truly cut ties with her?”

Henry lifted his head, but his gaze stayed fixed on Tess.

Now the truth was clear.

Benjamin and Olivia were here to back Tess. Their loyalty was unwavering.

Tess smirked as she watched Benjamin scold Henry, their eyes locking.

She narrowed her eyes, lips curling into a mocking smile.

Not really cutting ties with me?

Tess sneered inwardly, dismissing Henry’s sudden change of heart as nothing but empty words.

Years ago, when Kylie left home, they had been about the same height—Kylie might even have been taller. But now, even face-to-face, Violet had to look downward to meet Kylie’s eyebrows.

It wasn’t that Violet had grown taller or Kylie had shrunk; Kylie had simply begun to hunch over without realizing it. Even as she straightened to support Henry, she still appeared small and fragile.

Violet stared, barely recognizing the woman before her.

She remembered Kylie as a confident, proud girl from a wealthy family, envied by many. Spoiled by her parents, Kylie had always carried herself with pride. But now, she looked crushed, like a fragile reed bending in the wind. Not only was she holding herself up, but she was also propping someone else.

Violet’s gaze shifted behind Kylie to Henry, who was still catching his breath.

“Tess is definitely not the harsh, mean child you’re describing,” Violet said, meeting Kylie’s eyes with slow, deliberate certainty.

Kylie returned her gaze, though her fingers clenched tightly by her side.

She had asked Nadine to send the wedding dress to the Larsons, hoping it might draw their attention, perhaps even spark some outreach. After all these years apart, and with Henry gone for a time, she had felt lonelier than ever, aching for the warmth of home. Nadine had assured her the package was delivered, but days passed without a single reply. Kylie assumed the Larsons had not forgiven her yet.

So, the last thing she expected was for them to actually appear at the villa today.

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The room hung heavy with tension, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering resentment. Each glance, every gesture, spoke volumes about the complicated ties binding them all together. Despite the harsh words and simmering anger, beneath it all lay a fragile hope for reconciliation.