The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 205

Frank and his wife had chosen never to have children. They'd spent a lifetime together, just the two of them, and their bond ran deep.

On her deathbed, his wife had grasped his hand, her voice urgent even as it faded: "Darling, all my life I missed my homeland, but everyone I loved there betrayed me. Only Shepherd—who wasn't even related to me—cared for me with such devotion. Of all the girls I've met, she's the kindest. You must look after her. She's had such a hard life."

Frank never forgot those words. Shepherd had truly been dealt a rough hand in life, yet through sheer determination she'd carved out a bright future for herself. Now, that woman called Winona seemed determined to ruin her happiness. The injustice of it all made Frank's blood boil.

He patted Felicity gently on the back, trying to comfort her. "Don't worry, Shepherd. I'll help you. I promise I'll handle that woman and make sure she never troubles you again."

"Mr. Frank, you're so good to me." Felicity blinked back tears but managed a grateful smile.

"You're not yourself today. It's no good for you to stay at the site when you're feeling like this. Go home and rest! A woman needs her beauty sleep—especially when you want to look your best for your man, right? Confidence and a smile, Shepherd. Always."

Felicity nodded, drying her eyes. "I understand, Mr. Frank. I'll go home and get some rest. I have to visit a patient this afternoon, so I need to be at my best."

"That's my girl."

With that, Felicity grabbed her bag and left the construction site.

Frank pulled out his phone and dialed an international number. The other workers nearby couldn't catch what he was saying, but it was clear from his tone that he was determined.

"The sooner, the better," he insisted, his voice low and urgent. "The faster you get here, the cleaner this will be. My niece shouldn't have to endure another day of this nonsense."

She felt the same way about Yves Prescott. After leaving the construction site with Zachary, she headed straight to the hospital where Yves was recovering.

"I never really knew Mr. Prescott before," Zachary said as they reached the hospital entrance. "People always say he's difficult and ruthless, but after meeting him, I think he's not so bad. Is it your influence, Nona? Maybe you've even softened him up."

Winona smiled, unsure. Two months ago, she'd been just as in the dark about Yves Prescott as Zachary was. She'd learned that you could never judge someone by reputation alone—you had to get to know them yourself.

As their car pulled up, Winona spotted a flower shop across the street, its windows bursting with color. Without thinking, she went inside. For some reason, she wanted to bring Yves a bouquet.

She carefully picked out a handful of blooms—ones that spoke of warmth and friendship—then asked the florist to arrange them. With the flowers in her arms, she and Zachary headed toward the hospital ward.