The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 33

"There will be no allowance next month," Kingsley added, ignoring her outrage.

"You're only fifty, prime age for a career. The Sherwood Group has a position for you; you can start tomorrow."

Old Mrs. Sherwood, listening from the side, unexpectedly chimed in. "I actually think that's a good proposal."

Bacchus couldn't help but chuckle quietly, looking at the old lady. "Grandma, you just think the house isn't lively enough. You love watching the drama."

Old Mrs. Sherwood didn't respond. She simply looked in Susan's direction and let out a long sigh. "She's had a lifetime of spending. That's a hard habit to break."

Kingsley walked up to the second-floor study and knocked lightly on the door. Winston's steady voice came from inside: "Come in."

He pushed the door open. Winston looked up, saw him, and asked directly, "What have you been up to lately? You're on the trending topics every few days. Are you planning to remarry?"

Kingsley didn't take the bait about remarriage. He pulled out a chair and sat down, his tone self-mocking. "Your wife has nearly spent all my money. I can't afford to remarry."

Winston sighed deeply, his tone filled with helplessness. "Why would you to keep giving her money? You know how she is. She spends whatever she has; she can't save a dime."

"It's not just about not saving; she overspends every month," Kingsley complained. "Starting next month, her allowance stops."

"It should stop," Winston agreed immediately. But then he shifted the topic, thinking of his old friend, and couldn't help but remind his son, "If you don't intend to remarry, then act with some restraint. Joyce is a young woman, after all. She has to marry eventually. Don't ruin her future."

"Her?" Kingsley let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with mockery. "Those trending topics were bought with her own money. She uses all her schemes on me. If she wants to jump into the mud, no one can save her."

A man like Winston, seasoned by years in politics, understood in an instant. He dropped the subject and switched to business. "Develop that land in Eastborough well. The higher-ups are paying close attention."

A servant brought a bowl of soup and placed it gently in front of him.

Bacchus dropped the money issue and asked, "What's the situation with the Eastborough land?"

"No work talk during meals." The thought of that land annoyed Kingsley—he would settle that score with Thurston sooner or later.

Seeing he didn't want to talk, Bacchus didn't press. The atmosphere at the table fell silent.

As Susan watched the silent scene unfold, her gaze kept darting back to Kingsley. Finally, she picked up her plate, placed a piece of fish in his plate, and deliberately softened her tone. "This is your favorite fish."

Kingsley glanced down at the fish in his plate. His tone was icy, showing no appreciation. "Thinking of using motherly love on me now? Too late. It won't work."