The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 30

"Harland, she doesn't have to help you. You sowed this, now reap it alone. I'm gone."

With that, she stood up to leave, showing no hesitation.

From the moment she walked in until now, her father hadn't asked a single question about how she was doing. The thin bond of father and daughter between them had snapped long ago.

"Lucy! Lucy! Don't go! Save me!"Watching her back, Harland panicked completely. He slapped the glass madly, his screaming echoing in the visitation room.

Seeing this, the guards immediately stepped forward and dragged him out of the room.

When Lucy walked out of the prison gates, she looked up at the sun overhead. The warm light spilled over her, and for the first time, she felt the air was free.

Starting tomorrow, Lucy would begin a brand new life.

She gently raised her hand to cover her flat abdomen, her voice soft, "Baby, Mommy is looking forward to meeting you."

Not far away, Jane was already waiting by the car.

Seeing her emerge, she quickly walked up, her voice full of concern. "Lucy, are you tired? What do you want to eat for lunch?"

Lucy stepped forward and hugged her tightly. Her eyes were hot, but she smiled. "Not tired. I want BBQ."

"Okay," Jane patted her back, agreeing softly.

"I'll have someone prepare it. We'll eat at home, it's more comfortable."

When Kingsley returned to The Vista Gardens from the Manor, Paula was waiting in the living room. Seeing him enter, she respectfully approached. "Mr. Kingsley."

Kingsley nodded and sat straight down on the sofa.

Just as he picked up his teacup, Paula stepped forward again and asked carefully, "Sir, Mrs. Sherwood's clothes and jewelry in the bedroom have all been packed. These things... how should they be handled?"

"Call her and tell her to take them away."

Paula wanted to say more, but Lucy's voice came through again. "Those are all Sherwood family possessions. How you handle them has nothing to do with me."

With that, she hung up directly.

Clack.

Kingsley slammed the teacup heavily onto the coffee table. His face darkened further, his tone carrying suppressed anger. "Throw everything out!"

Paula froze for a moment, hesitating before asking, "Mr. Kingsley... even the jewelry and bags?"

Those items were worth a fortune. It would be a pity to just trash them.

Kingsley's fingers tapped unconsciously on his knee. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke coldly, "Call Susan. Tell her to take them and sell them. Consider it her allowance for the month."

Paula didn't dare ask more and nodded quickly. "Understood, Mr. Kingsley."