The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call ( Wynter Quinnell )

Chapter 1470 Let's Get a Divorce

"I've dedicated my whole life to the Whitman family since we married. And yet, Marie still treats me like an outsider. I never expected her to say such a thing," Ophelia cried, as if she had been wronged.

Seated on the couch, Noah regarded her with indifference. "Is that all?"

"What do you mean? Are you really going to let me suffer because of your sister? Didn't you hear how she belittled me?" Ophelia was filled with sorrow. She had expected her husband to respond with anger after

hearing her grievances.

Noah lit a cigarette and glanced at her. 'I did. You asked Sevie for her land, but she turned you down. So, you went to Marie, believing she would grant your request. Unfortunately, your plan fell through."

Ophelia was stunned for a moment. Despite Noah stating the truth, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was implying something else.

Noah continued without giving her a chance to respond, 'I won't interfere. The land belongs to Sevie, and Cyrus has nothing to do with this. It's up to Sevie to decide whom to offer it to."

Ophelia turned angry at his words. "What do you mean? Wasn't Cyrus the one seeking the connections? He's your son! As his father, you should be looking out for him.

"Besides, he's going to take over the Whitman family soon. You can let Marie mistreat me, but you should at least think about what's best for Cyrus!"

Noah arched a brow and retorted, "So, do you think I should rob others of their possessions?"

Ophelia was momentarily stunned before flying into a rage. "And who do you think I'm doing all of this for? You've thought about your sister and your dad but never your son!

"All these years, I've held my tongue about you siding with your sister. But if you still choose to disregard me and our son..."

She took a deep breath and continued, "Then I'll have to file for divorce. Think about it."

She should've listened to Tamia and resorted to such a tactic sooner. Men often needed a push to take action. Besides, there was no precedent for a daughter rejoining her family after her marriage.

Ophelia felt she had done her best, never picking fights with anyone. She was the one managing everything in the household. Noah should've recognized her efforts and the importance she held within the family.

As Ophelia turned to head upstairs, she heard Noah speak behind her.

"No need to consider it further. I agree to the divorce," Noah stated calmly, as if he were discussing the weather.

On the other hand, Ophelia was completely dumbfounded. Had Noah really agreed to the divorce? That wasn't what she had anticipated!

Turning around, she saw Noah grabbing his coat as he prepared to leave. Her heels clicked sharply as she raced down the stairs. "Wait, Darling!" she called out, desperate to make him stay.

But it was too late. Noah ignored her and strode out of the house. He climbed into the waiting car and drove away.

Ophelia couldn't catch up to him and ended up twisting her ankle, falling to the ground.

The household staff, hired by Ophelia herself, were powerless to stop Noah from leaving, nor did they dare to intervene. All they could do was help Ophelia to her feet.

At that moment, Ophelia couldn't care less about her injuries and seized the nanny's arm. "Go inform Madam Wooten and tell her to come here quickly!"

She couldn't fathom what had gone wrong. After all, Noah had genuinely cared for her over the years.