The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 332

She looked at Julian with such sincerity that he was deeply moved. He replied gently, "Felly, forgive me for not coming to see you sooner, especially after what happened to you yesterday…"

"It doesn't matter, Julian. It's all in the past. We have to look to the future. The first thing I want to do is make a public apology. What do you think?" Felicity asked earnestly.

The idea had come from Xander and her brother, Jason. Xander believed that if you made a mistake, you needed to apologize sincerely. Only a public, heartfelt apology could bring peace of mind.

"Of course. That's what I was planning to do anyway," Julian agreed immediately. He let go of her and said, "We can't delay this. Even though I've had the negative press taken down, you'll still face criticism when you go out. I'm going back to the office right now to have the Nicholson Group's PR team help us manage the apology."

With that, Julian turned and left.

Felicity watched him go, then looked at her parents and brother. She had intended to tell them all the most important piece of news while Julian and the Nicholsons were in high spirits, but now he was leaving in a hurry. How could she tell him now?

Her parents and brother shook their heads slightly, signaling her to let it go for the time being. Felicity had no choice but to remain silent.

With the help of the Nicholson Group's PR department, her apology video spread across Greenwood City the very next day.

She stood humbly before the camera, like a defendant delivering a confession, and apologized word by word.

"I'm sorry for taking up everyone's time and attention."

"I know that as the 'other woman,' I can't expect forgiveness, and I'm not asking for it. I just want to offer a sincere apology."

While Felicity wasn't completely absolved, she was no longer the object of public hatred. She could go out without being mobbed. Her life returned to normal, and she received a firm commitment from the Nicholson family: Janetta would personally consult experts to choose an auspicious date for their wedding. Soon, the Nicholson family would host a spectacular wedding for her.

Life was wonderful.

Immersed in her happiness, Felicity rested for only two days before throwing herself back into her work. A week after the divorce, a fully revitalized and radiant Felicity went to the construction site she was co-developing with Julian and Yves Prescott.

The moment she arrived, she saw Winona and Yves standing there, side by side.

"Miss Perkins," Felicity said, her tone cold and formal, "you are neither my fiancé's wife nor Mr. Prescott's anything. You are also not a qualified architectural engineer. Please leave the construction site immediately."