The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 361

"You've kneeled, you've been struck, and you've apologized. Now, please leave," Helga said, her tone mimicking the calm, civilized manner Winona Perkins always used as she dismissed Old Mr. and Mrs. Shepherd.

For a long moment, Old Mrs. Shepherd just stared at Helga, completely dumbfounded.

After what felt like three full minutes, she let out a guttural, animalistic shriek. "You… you old hag! You withered shrew, you bitch! You tricked me! You told us to apologize, and we did! You told us to kneel, and we did! You hit us, you spat on us—you did every vile thing you could think of, and now you're still refusing to give us our house back? What kind of black heart do you have? I'll kill you!"

With a final roar, Old Mrs. Shepherd lunged at Helga.

Caught off guard, Helga braced for impact, but before the old woman could reach her, Mia Summers charged forward, intercepting her with the same brute force.

Like two furious rams locking horns, the women slammed into each other.

But Old Mrs. Shepherd was a frail seventy-five-year-old. What chance did she have against Mia, a woman in her thirties, especially one who flew into a rage at the mere sight of someone threatening Helga?

With a sickening thud, Mia's forehead connected with Old Mrs. Shepherd's, sending her staggering backward several steps. A large lump was already forming on the old woman's head. As she stumbled, her foot landed squarely on Winona's.

Winona yanked her foot away in disgust, and the sudden movement sent Old Mrs. Shepherd tumbling to the floor.

She landed flat on her back, limbs splayed awkwardly, like a sow on its back, belly up. It was an utterly undignified sight. She was lucky she'd always taken good care of herself; a fall like that could have easily fractured a bone in a woman her age.

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