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.

Old Mrs. Shepherd fell silent, turning to her husband. "She… she and that country hag never said that?"

Old Mr. Shepherd paused, a flicker of realization in his eyes. He knew she was right. Neither Winona nor her grandmother had ever made such a promise.

Winona's voice remained steady. "The apology you gave my grandmother was something you owed her—a debt fifty years overdue. Let's be honest, if Yves Prescott hadn't used his influence to bankrupt the Shepherd family, you would have gone to your graves without ever saying you were sorry, wouldn't you?"

Neither of them spoke.

"Every single thing you did to my grandmother was wicked enough to be struck down for. So, kneeling and apologizing—wasn't that the very least you could do? Is kneeling once too much? Would kneeling ten times be enough? Your family has enjoyed mansions, children, and grandchildren, a life of happiness. And my grandmother? For fifty years, she was all alone, forced to scavenge through trash just to survive. All because her father was kind enough to save a beggar one time. Was she supposed to have her entire life ruined for that?"