Urging Him to Get a Divorce (Aveline and Xavier) novel Chapter 811

**Title: A Divorce 811**

Courtney pressed her lips together tightly, refusing to utter a single word, yet inside, a storm of panic raged. She sensed that something had gone horribly awry during Paul’s encounter with Jacob the previous night, and now, it seemed Vincent and Eileen had caught wind of it.

Vincent’s gaze bore into Courtney, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and accusation. “The truth always finds a way to surface,” he declared, his voice steady. “The Patriarch must have guided us to that place last night. If not, my uncle would have simply passed away in silence, leaving us to believe your charade—that he had fled to escape his debts.”

As realization dawned on her, Josephine’s eyes widened in terror, darting nervously between her mother and Vincent.

Vincent continued, his tone unwavering. “We have video evidence, audio recordings. I just need you to answer one question: who were those two men?”

“You’ve been deceiving my uncle for a long time, haven’t you?” he pressed, his voice laced with contempt.

Josephine stammered, her voice trembling, “Y-you’re talking nonsense.”

Vincent chuckled darkly, “Am I fabricating this? I have no qualms about involving the police. Do you really think I’m lying?”

Courtney interjected, her voice sharp. “But you didn’t go to the police. You came here. So, what is it that you truly want?”

Vincent’s response was curt, almost mechanical. “We want three hundred million.”

Josephine gasped, her voice rising in disbelief. “Are you out of your mind?”

Eileen shot back, her voice fierce and unyielding. “Who’s the crazy one here? You killed our uncle! Who’s truly lost their mind in this scenario?”

Tears streamed down Eileen’s cheeks as she spoke, her grief palpable. Despite her uncle’s many flaws, he had been a pillar of support for their family over the years. Now, that support had been cruelly snatched away by this ruthless mother-daughter duo.

In a moment of sheer panic, Josephine blurted out, “No, it wasn’t me and my mom, it was…”

Courtney quickly silenced her, her voice low and intense. “Josie, shut your mouth.”

She then turned her icy glare back to Vincent. “Do you honestly believe I have that kind of money to hand over?”

Vincent shot back with a hint of arrogance, “The mansion you reside in alone is worth two hundred million. Sell it, and you can pay for what you did to our uncle.”

“You must have at least another three hundred million in other assets. You’d still have enough left over to live in comfort,” he added, his tone almost mocking.

Josephine’s mind raced as she recalled, “Gerald refuses to represent my sister now. We need to find a new lawyer for her.”

In the chaos, Josephine had momentarily forgotten that crucial detail. She quickly turned to Eileen, her voice urgent. “You can’t tell anyone what I did.”

Eileen scoffed, her expression one of disbelief. “You should be more concerned about which is worse: a murder charge or a charge for ordering me to trip Aveline.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Josephine shouted, her voice filled with desperation.

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