The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 482

With that, he abruptly ended the call.

When Old Mrs. Shepherd heard that no one was going to help her son, she shrank into a corner of the scrapyard and began to wail, a ghastly sound that cut through the night like a specter's cry.

Hrietta didn't have the energy to silence her mother-in-law. She was too consumed by her own terror, tears streaming down her face.

Old Mr. Shepherd sat at the edge of the junk pile, covered in grime and reeking of filth, muttering like a man who had lost his mind. "It's what we deserve… what we deserve… This is our punishment."

The old man's words sent Jason spiraling deeper into despair. A thirty-year-old man, surrounded by his grandparents and mother in a filthy scrapyard, began to sob uncontrollably.

"Ahhh… My family is ruined! Felicity destroyed everything, and now she's gone… Felicity, where the hell are you?!"

After a moment, Jason stood up and stormed over to Henrietta, glaring at her with furious eyes. "Why did you have to drive Nona out all those years ago? Why did you beat her so viciously? Why couldn't you just accept her?"

Hrietta looked up at her son, a pitiful wreck of a woman. "It wasn't just me who hit her! Your father hit her, you hit her, and your grandmother beat her over the head with her cane until she was bleeding…"

"It's our punishment…" Old Mr. Shepherd, who hadn't cried until now, finally broke down. "This is the Shepherd family's punishment. My punishment. The Perkins family saved me, taught me their craft, gave me a future… and in return, I ruined their daughter's life. This is what I deserve…"

After a long while, he cried out to the sky, "Who can bring my granddaughter back to me? Who can save my son?"

But no one was there to hear the desperate cries of an old man in a scrapyard.

And Winona certainly didn't hear them.

She had been incredibly busy for the past two days.

"It's them," Yves said quietly.

From the car behind them, Grandma saw the four Shepherds and burst into tears. "Those cowards… they're finally homeless strays."

The cars pulled to a stop in front of the ragged group.

Winona stepped out, her voice as cold as ice. "What are you doing here? You're not welcome."

"Nona," Old Mr. Shepherd said, his voice choked with emotion and tears streaming down his face. "You are… you are our real… child."