The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson
Chapter 63

Chapter 63

"Elliot..." George looked at his son with concern.

"I'm your mother, show some respect," Isabelle said, annoyed by the way he addressed her.

"Respect you?" he repeated, eyebrows furrowed. "How can I respect someone who has never respected me?" he asked, his voice tinged with irony. "Although I should thank you for finally revealing why I had such a miserable childhood with you." "Were you listening?" She frowned, hating eavesdroppers. "Don't you know that's rude?"

"Elliot..."

"No, I didn't," Elliot replied, ignoring his father. "And as the Junior CEO of this company, I can do whatever I want here, so I order you to leave my company." "George, say something. Are you going to let him disrespect me like this?"

"Well..." George looked her in the eyes. "Elliot is treating you as you've always treated him," said George. "And I agree with his decision, so please leave now."

"But... our grandchild."

"Deborah just told me her baby is a boy," Elliot interjected. "So, based on your strange worldview, you have nothing to claim anymore because he's the son of the family's firstborn, as you just mentioned."

Isabelle frowned and clenched her fists tightly. Seeing that neither of them would change their stance, she chose to leave.

"Fabian," Elliot called as he watched his mother exit the office.

"Yes?" Fabian appeared almost instantly, clearly concerned.

"Please, make sure that woman leaves the premises and inform security that she's no longer welcome," Elliot ordered.

Fabian was taken aback by Elliot's words, glancing at George for approval. When the latter nodded, Fabian let out a sigh. "I'll give the order right away, boss," he declared, leaving the office.

Elliot broke down in tears, hurt by the cruel words he heard from his supposed

mother's mouth.

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George hurried to embrace his son, comforting him. He hated seeing his child suffer because his mother couldn't give him the love he deserved and needed.

After a while, they calmed down, and Fabian even brought them some refreshments to help them relax.

"Thank you, Fabian," George said, watching as the latter left the cans beside them before departing. "Feeling better?" George asked his son as the latter wiped his tears with one hand while the other held the can. "Yeah... thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome, Elliot. And remember, even if she doesn't love you, you're not alone because you have your old man who loves you very much."

"And I have my brother, too."

"Brother?" he asked, confused, unsure if he meant Roger.

"I don't care about being a few million poorer than the Coopers, because if he does anything to hurt my sister, he'll pay for it."

"Are Jayden and Deborah together now?"

"Yeah, they started dating recently, and with everything going on at the company, I didn't get a chance to tell you."

"I see. It's good she's seeking her own happiness, but why do you call Jayden your brother?"

"Because he is now, being Debbie's partner," he declared as if it were the most obvious thing.

"Ah, I see," George sighed with relief knowing his son had found some good company. "So, what did Deborah say?"

"Look," he said, smiling through his tears as he showed George the messages they'd exchanged.

"In that case, how about we swing by the mall after work, get the little one his first gift, and bring dinner over to Deborah's?"

"Yeah, I like that idea," Elliot nodded, typing a message to Debbie so that she wouldn't cook.

Meanwhile, Isabelle arrived home flustered-her plans were not going as intended.

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She had gone to speak with her husband to reconcile and drop the divorce since she hadn't signed the papers yet. And she had dressed up nicely for the occasion. So why did things turn out this way? To worsen matters, her worst fears were confirmed today: that stupid mute was expecting a boy Lost in thought, she entered the apartment, only to be alarmed by what Sophia was

about to do.

"What do you think you're doing?" Isabelle asked, rushing to take the wine glass from Sophia's hands.

"What's wrong with you?" Sophia complained, frowning at her mother-in-law.

"I should be asking you that. Remember you can't drink because of your pregnancy."

"Oh... right, um... oops..."

"Enough nonsense. We need that baby to be healthy. Pray it's a boy because that's what Deborah is expecting."

"What?! That lucky bitch..." she muttered furiously through gritted teeth.

So you better take good care of my future grandson," Isabelle continued scolding her.

"Right, sorry, won't happen again. I'll try to be more careful," Sophia said with a grimace, realizing she hadn't expected Isabelle back so soon.

"And tell me,

how did you hear about the baby's gender?"

"She told Elliot, and he came over to tell George."

"Then it's real news. They've always been close," Sophia muttered to herself as she walked back to her room.

"Right, so we can't let Roger replace out, and... Sophia, get over here, I'm talking to you... Sophia!" Isabelle was furious at being ignored again; she was really starting to hate Sophia. Isabelle had to replace a way to get rid of her. But for now, she had to endure it because she needed the baby growing inside Sophia. Sophia ignored Isabelle and quickly entered her room to grab her phone to call those two idiots who claimed to be her accomplices. She wanted to scold them about their inefficient spying work.

"So this is how you want my cooperation?" she asked, frowning when they picked up the call. "Why didn't you tell me today was the stupid appointment for Deborah?"

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"What?" Cassandra said, alarmed. "Today was the appointment?"

"Don't play dumb. And I warn you, if you're hiding information from me, forget about the Andersons' money."

"Wait, I'm telling you the truth, I didn't know Deborah had an appointment today."

"That makes no sense. Wasn't someone hired to watch her?"

"Yes... I... wait, I'll replace out what happened and call the idiot who was supposed to watch her," Cassandra said, ending the call.

'Serves me right for trusting rookies. Seems like if I want things done right, I have to do it myself. But maybe I don't need to get rid of that child; he might be useful in the future, and I do need a child too, Sophia thought to herself with a malicious grin, picking up her phone again to send a message to a certain number.