The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 130

He really was the best person to handle the matter of speaking with Winona about the housekeeper position.

Gideon agreed at once. "You can count on me, Mrs. Nicholson. As soon as I find Winona, I'll talk to her about it and persuade her to rejoin the Nicholson family as a housekeeper."

"I'm leaving this in your hands!" Janetta reminded him before she left, her tone unusually firm.

Gideon nodded.

It wasn't much of a task, really.

After all, Winona was currently unemployed and practically homeless. In a way, this might even be a blessing for her—a safe place to land.

He pushed the thought aside for now. The immediate priority was to call Mr. Nicholson and ask about the court summons.

Where could Mr. Nicholson have gone? He hadn't attended the morning meeting, hadn't given Gideon any instructions, and hadn't been in his office all day.

Gideon was already dialing the number.

On the other end of the line, Julian was at the hospital with Felicity, keeping her company as they visited Old Mrs. Shepherd, who'd been hospitalized after a heart episode.

Earlier, at her grandfather's request, Felicity had gone to a small auction house and bought back an old wooden crucifix that had belonged to his late wife's family. She brought it as a gift, and seeing it brought tears to the old man's eyes.

Old Mrs. Shepherd witnessed the whole scene. Overcome with emotion, she burst into tears herself, accusing her husband of being heartless. She'd spent her whole life by his side, raised his children, and helped bring up their grandchildren—no one had done more for the Shepherd family than she had. Yet here he was, still pining for his first wife, who could barely even read, and even bringing her family's old crucifix back into their home to be displayed.

How could any wife not feel bitter?

Helga Perkins had worked herself into such a state that she'd fallen ill and landed in the hospital.

After hanging up, he said his goodbyes to Old Mrs. Shepherd, taking the wooden crucifix with him. As he was heading out of the hospital, he bumped into Frank, who had also come to visit.

Seeing Julian in such a private setting, Frank's tone was unusually earnest. "Julian, you know how much Felicity loves you. You really need to cut ties with that Winona. She's manipulative, shameless, and completely without scruples."

Hearing Frank talk about Winona like this left Julian with a strange sense of discomfort.

His face hardened as he responded, "Mr. Frank, I love Felicity—she's the love of my life. I'm also the love of hers. I hope, from now on, you won't question us again."

With that, Julian turned to leave.

Frank's words had stung—he couldn't deny that. But he also knew the truth: his marriage to Winona couldn't be dragged out any longer. Delaying things any further would only be unfair to Felicity—and dishonest to Frank.

Back at the office, the first thing Julian did was call in the legal department. "Find Winona's contact information. Tell her to meet me at City Hall tomorrow afternoon."