Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 539

Wiona had always known she was in Sophie’s way. That fact alone was enough for Sophie to hate her down to the bone. The last time, at the Simpson estate, Sophie had plotted to get rid of her, but it had all blown up in her face. Instead of getting what she wanted, Sophie ended up ruining her relationship with Annette, and now she was stuck in a wheelchair. That urge to take her out must have been simmering for ages.

Wiona lowered her gaze, keeping her expression calm. She understood that picking a fight now would only set off three lunatics. And lunatics by themselves were bad enough, but ones who actually wanted you gone? That was on a whole different level.

She spoke up quietly, “Then please, lead the way.” Gripping Molly’s hand, she pushed herself to her feet, every movement stiff and careful. “Mom, let’s just walk back, nice and slow.”

Annette’s eyes filled with worry. “Are you sure you can manage?”

“Yeah, we’ll take it slow.” Wiona nodded. If they didn’t move, the Clements family wouldn’t either. She’d let them go first, watch what happened, and keep her guard up.

The three from the Clements family went ahead, but the path was a mess. Mr. Clements followed the rough track Phil had made, shoving aside thick weeds and bushes, his frustration building with every step. The Sullivans had more money than anyone could ever spend, but couldn’t even be bothered to keep a simple path clear. He looked around at the overgrown mess, thinking it was fit for wild animals, not people. He was stuck doing the work of an ox, something he’d never imagined for himself. Why were there so many damn weeds? No matter how many he pushed aside, more just sprang up. When would it ever end?

He was fuming inside, his face set in a permanent scowl. And there was Wiona, always on guard, making it impossible for him to make a move. If only he could just shove her off a cliff when no one was looking. That would solve so many problems in one go. But she had Annette with her, not to mention that annoying maid and the guy with glasses. If he could get rid of all of them at once, that would be perfect. As for Annette, she was his sister. Even if he killed someone, would she really turn him in? She’d lose her daughter-in-law, and she’d lose her own brother, too. Worst case, he could just make sure she couldn’t talk.

The more he imagined it, the darker his thoughts got. Suddenly, Sophie let out a small cry behind him.

“What happened?” Mr. Clements spun around, glaring right past Sophie to stare at Wiona’s group. “What did you do?” he snapped, like they’d already done something to her.

Wiona and Annette looked at each other, completely confused. They hadn’t done anything.

Sophie hesitated, then put her hand to her face. “Dad, it was just a vine. It scratched me, that’s all.”

Mrs. Clements instantly panicked. “Honey, be careful! Sophie’s face can’t get hurt!”

Mr. Clements felt his temper flare. It was just a vine. Why was Sophie making such a big deal out of it? So dramatic, like always. For a second, he thought he’d finally found an excuse to cause trouble, but this just made things more suspicious.

He shot Sophie a glare. “Can’t you use your hands? I’m already sick of clearing this path. I don’t need you complaining on top of it. I’ve never had to do this kind of work in my whole life.” He’d grown up pampered, never so much as picked up a broom, let alone hacked through weeds. And now, at his age, here he was, stuck with this kind of dirty labor. Within minutes, his hands were covered in cuts, some already bleeding. It was torture.

Each step made his resentment worse. He had nowhere to let out his anger, and now his chest felt tight, his breath short, even a bit dizzy.

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