The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 80

"Her nickname is 'Miss...Miss...tress'?" Helga asked.

Winona paused. Then she explained, "No, that's not… What I mean is, she's the other woman, the side piece—the third person between you and that sorry old man. People just call her 'mistress'…"

"That's right! She's just a mistress. Nothing but a lowly homewrecker!" Helga finally seemed satisfied, the bitterness in her voice giving her a small measure of relief.

Seeing Helga a little happier, Winona felt comforted, too.

Most people in this world are just ordinary, flawed souls. Everyone has their share of pride, jealousy, greed, anger, love, and desire—the seven deadly sins. Helga was no exception.

It normal for her to curse the Shepherds, wishing the whole family would just disappear. As long as she wasn't hurting anyone else, if she wanted to rant and rave in front of her granddaughter, so be it. Winona would always indulge her.

She wondered if Helga had cried herself red-eyed again today.

When she arrived outside the Shepherd family's mansion, Winona saw that, just as Mia had said, the house was dark and empty. Not a single light was on inside, and not a soul could be seen under the streetlamps out front.

But where was Helga?

Winona, heart pounding, pulled out her phone and dialed Helga's number. Powered off.

Helga had left in a hurry that night and hadn't brought her charger. She still used an old flip phone—her charger wasn't compatible with Mia's or Winona's.

Just as panic was setting in, Winona's phone rang. It was Mia.

"Winnie, Grandma's back! She brought home all kinds of treats for us. You should come home and get some rest. Grandma made chicken soup for you, Zane saved you some mini sausages, and I've run you a hot bath."

Warmth flooded Winona's heart. "Okay… I'll head back."

She turned the car around and started back the way she'd come.

But as she was about to turn onto Lakeside Boulevard, she caught sight of two figures in the glow of the neighborhood's gazebo. They didn't seem to be getting along.

In all of Greenwood City, Julian and Yves Prescott were the two top dogs—kings in their own right. Yet both of these powerful men were hopelessly drawn to Felicity.

No wonder Yves Prescott never wanted to see her again. So he had feelings for Felicity too?

Julian's voice was calm and confident. "You're welcome to try, Yves. Felicity is an incredible woman, and she can choose for herself. That's not for you—or me—to decide."

With that, Julian strode to his car, opened the door, and drove away.

Yves Prescott was left standing alone in the gazebo, fists clenched, jaw tight, veins bulging on his forehead.

He turned—and that's when he spotted a familiar car parked nearby.

He stalked over and rapped sharply on the window.

When Winona rolled it down, Yves's eyes flashed with disdain and barely-contained anger. "What are you doing here? I told you I never wanted to see you again. Are you trying to get yourself killed by showing up in front of me?"