Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

“Zoya, you’re here,” Waldo said, sitting up in bed. He looked even more worn out than the last time Zoya had seen him at Lucero Group.

“Great–grandpa, how are you feeling?” Zoya asked.

“Same old, same old. That’s just what happens when you get old,” Waldo replied with a smile. Then he turned to Daphne, who was standing nearby. “Daphne, you can go first. I want to have a private chat with Zoya.”

Daphne’s eyes flashed with frustration, thinking, ‘I had spent so many years by Great–grandpa’s side, so why did he always treat Zoya like she was closer to him?

‘Is it because Zoya is from Abbott’s branch, and her parents are honored as heroes? It’s just not fair!‘

But for now, she could only force a smile, answer softly, and then slowly walk out of Waldo’s bedroom.

As soon as she stepped out, Daphne heard the servants mention that Wren was here too, waiting in the parlor.

Daphne’s expression changed. Things had gotten even harder for her these past few days. Once her friends found out she’d lost the Richmond family’s protection, their attitude toward her flipped completely.

They once held her in such high regard, but now they criticized her to the same extent.

‘Only by winning Wren back can I secure my luxurious life,‘ Daphne thought desperately.

With those thoughts racing in her head, Daphne hurried to the parlor, and as expected, Wren was right there.

Daphne approached him, her voice soft and anxious. “Wren, I’ve always wanted to see you again. I know I was wrong at the restaurant last time. I shouldn’t have said those things. Can you please forgive me?”

Wren gave her a cold, disinterested look. “There’s nothing left between us. Whether I forgive you or not doesn’t matter.”

Daphne clenched her teeth as she thought, ‘No. There’s no way we’re really done!‘

“Is it just because I ran away when I was little? Because I was scared back then? But I was just a child… I might have left you behind, but it was instinct!” she defended herself.

Yet Wren looked at her with indifferent eyes, as if whatever she said meant nothing to him.

“And what about Zoya, huh? Do you think she wouldn’t just leave you behind when you’re in trouble?” Daphne shot back bitterly.

“Yes, she wouldn’t,” Wren replied without hesitation. For a moment, the chill in his eyes melted into unexpected gentleness at the mention of Zoya.

But that only made Daphne’s resentment and jealousy flare up even more. “You actually believe in her that

much?”

“Yes, I do trust her,” Wren said, his gaze icy as he looked at Daphne. “From now on, unless it’s necessary, you’d better stay out of my sight. The Richmond family and I have spent almost twenty years repaying you for your eye. That’s more than enough.”

His words landed like a brutal slap on her cheeks, searing her with shame and agony.

‘Enough? As if it could ever be enough!‘ Daphne seethed inside.

She clenched her teeth and thought to herself, ‘If he’s going to be this ruthless, then he can’t blame me when I start playing dirty.‘

Meanwhile, Zoya was showing Waldo photos of Oscar.

Waldo studied each photo carefully, while Zoya sat close by, chatting about Oscar and sharing fond memories. from their childhood.

“Once I find Oscar, I’ll bring him along to visit you,” Zoya promised.

Waldo looked at Oscar’s photo, sighing softly. “I wonder if I’ll live to see that day.”

“You will!” Zoya said. “I promise it won’t take long. I’ll find Oscar as fast as I can. You’ll see him for sure!”

“Alright, alright,” Waldo nodded. “I’ll be waiting, then.”

After a while, Waldo mentioned Wren again. “So, are you with him now?”

“Yeah,” Zoya murmured.

“A man like him has too calculating a mind. You have to watch yourself,” Waldo cautioned. “Especially since he’s part of the Richmond family.

“To get his mother, his father resorted to any means necessary back then, even ruining the man his mother was originally in love with. He-”

“Great–grandpa!” Zoya interjected, her voice unwavering. “His father is his father. He is his own person. He’s nothing like his father!”

She knew Waldo meant well, but she really couldn’t bear anyone casting Wren in that light.

“Yeah, guess it’s my own prejudice,” Waldo replied. After all, he’d seen how well Wren treated Zoya, and it was clear Zoya was also into him.

‘Their relationship naturally differs from that of the previous generation,‘ Waldo thought to himself.

By the time Zoya finally walked out of Waldo’s room, nearly an hour had passed.

Zoya checked the time, wondering if Wren had grown impatient waiting in the parlor.

But just as Zoya was heading toward the parlor, she suddenly saw a bunch of servants all rushing in the same direction.

“Oh no! Something happened in the parlor!” one of them called out in a panic.

“It seemed to be Mr. Richmond and Daphne!” another servant exclaimed.

Zoya froze. ‘Wren and Daphne? What is going on?‘

She immediately sped up and rushed toward the parlor.

By the time Zoya got there, the parlor doorway was packed with servants. She forced her way through the crowd, and when she finally saw what was going on inside, she froze in shock.

Wren was gasping for breath, his expression wild, almost crazed.

And his hand was firmly gripping Daphne’s throat.

Daphne pressed her back against the wall, her feet dangling helplessly in midair. Her mouth gaped wide, and her face turned deathly pale.

All around the parlor, several servants were scattered across the floor, moaning and clutching themselves in

agony.

Zoya barely had time to process what she was seeing. Wren looked totally unhinged, and if he didn’t let go. soon, Daphne might die right there on the spot.

“Wren!” Zoya shouted.

But Wren paid her no mind, still gripping Daphne’s throat with his hand.

Daphne’s expression grew even more grim, her struggles weakening with each passing moment.

“Wren!” Zoya cried out, racing forward in panic. “No matter what happened, let her go

first!”

But it was as if he hadn’t heard her at all. Those familiar, clear eyes of his now seemed completely unfocused.

Zoya’s heart raced with panic. She had to lunge forward, grabbing Wren’s hand to break his grip on Daphne. Unexpectedly, as soon as she did that, Wren finally released Daphne, only to whirl on her, launching straight into an attack.

“Wren, what’s going on?” Zoya yelled as she struggled to defend herself against his wild attacks.

Yet he kept attacking like a wild beast.

Zoya frowned, suddenly sidestepping to avoid the attack. With a sharp turn, she leveraged the momentum to pin Wren against the wall.

Just as she was considering whether to knock him out first, a flicker of clarity returned to Wren’s eyes, and his madness seemed to recede slightly.

“Zozo…” Wren murmured.

“It’s me,” Zoya said.

Wren’s eyes finally cleared, locking onto Zoya’s face, his voice trembling. “That scent… Zoya, you need to tie me up. Don’t let me hurt you…”

He was gasping for breath, fighting desperately to keep himself from losing his mind completely.

‘Did he get dosed?‘ Zoya wondered.

Suddenly, she realized that when she tried to get Wren to let go, there was a weird scent clinging to Daphne.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Zoya ripped off Wren’s tie and used it to bind his hands.

Even though pain still twisted his face, Wren didn’t put up any fight. He just let Zoya tie him up, utterly

submissive.

After tying up Wren’s hands, Zoya held onto him, her eyes blazing with fury as she stared down at Daphne, who was doubled over on the floor, hacking and gasping for breath. “What’s this scent on you? Just what did you do to Wren?”