Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks
My Billionaire Family 331

Phoebe's heart was clear; she knew why Harold had come running over at this time. "I'll go check. Don't let him in. He must be made to give up," Phoebe said, her gaze fixed on the door, a hint of seriousness creeping into her expression. Outside the main house. A few burly men in black blocked Harold from entering. His face was grim as he kept shouting. Fortunately, there were few people around the foot of Azure Peak, so it didn't attract much attention.

"This is my home. Why can't I enter? You're all sent by Morris, right? Do you know who I am? I'm his father, his biological father! My own mother lives inside.

"What's wrong with me coming to see my own mother? What's wrong with discussing family matters with her?" Harold wouldn't stop, continuing his rant.

The leader of the black-clad men remained expressionless. He thought, 'How could Mr. Chivers have a father like this? He looks so low-class." "Please go away. We don't care whose father you are! Besides, someone like you doesn't deserve it!" "You!" Harold pointed at him and the other sturdy men in black, stopping short of words.

Both sides stood off like this for several minutes. Then, the small side gate next to the main door opened, and Phoebe, accompanied by Enya, walked out.

Seeing Phoebe emerge, Harold called out, "Mom, Mom, you finally agree to see me! Let me in; I need to talk to you about Morris."

A flash of displeasure crossed Phoebe's face as she held herself upright. "If you have something to say, just say it here. There's no need to go inside. Hurry up; I still need to rest!"

Harold knew Phoebe wasn't pleased with him, but he didn't care. He thought, 'She's my biological mother; she won't do anything to me.'

He stepped forward, "Mom, Mom, did you hear that Morris announced his marriage?"

"Of course," Phoebe confirmed, a slight smile appearing on her face.

Harold grew anxious. "Mom, isn't this too hasty? Without consulting me, without even telling me a word, he just got married. Sure, she has a good title-professor at a prestigious university and CEO. But honestly, she's just a small-town girl with no family background. "Look at how the Leach family is doing now; they'll fall eventually, which won't be good for Morris's future. With Joseph gone, our hopes for the Chivers family lie solely on Morris."

Phoebe shook her head. "Stop it. You're my son, and I know what you think. Put away your schemes. No one besides Cherise deserves to be my Morris' wife. Try saying another word against her and see what happens.

"Also, our family might not be better than Cherise. Joseph is gone because he brought it upon himself. If you want to live, you should behave yourself and not end up clashing with your only remaining son."

With that, Phoebe turned to head back inside. Seeing her about to leave, Harold hurriedly shouted, "Mom, Mom, Mom..."

Phoebe paused, seemingly thinking of something, then turned around. "Harold, if you still consider me your mother, listen to me. If you want to live peacefully, mind your own business.

You haven't cared for Morris all these years, so stay away from him moving forward. If you insist on courting disaster, don't blame me for being merciless." After this, Phoebe really did turn and walk away without looking back.

Phoebe thought, 'It's hard for me too. One is my son, the other my grandson, both irreplaceable blood relations. But my son's ambitions are too great. I had no choice but to make this decision.' She sighed deeply as she walked toward her bedroom.

Meanwhile, Harold outside the door thought differently. He shot an angry look at the men in black before furiously returning to his car. His features twisted as he pounded the steering wheel.

Harold thought, 'This can't be allowed. It's already hard enough to contend with Morris' strength. How can I tolerate the woman beside him being equally formidable? Out of my control, and I'm his father. Marriages are supposed to follow parental wishes.' He stomped on the gas pedal and drove away from the Chivers residence.

*****

Similarly shocked and dissatisfied with Morris and Cherise becoming legally married were Yulia, Rita, and the Hawkins family.

Hannia first heard the news at Nolan's place. Despite her initial shock, she felt genuinely happy. Nolan claimed to have moved on but couldn't help feeling a bit down deep inside. He spent the morning sulking and didn't go to work.

"Come on, it's just that your dream girl, Ms. Leach, got married! Cheer up; she and Mr. Chivers suit each other!" Hannia said, patting his shoulder.

Torin nodded beside her, understanding Nolan's feelings. A man's youth is fleeting; he could only silently hope Nolan would move on soon.