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

Chapter 1531 The Person Behind the Scenes

Wynter turned to leave after speaking. She couldn't afford to stay longer and had already recorded the crucial parts of Landon's confession.

Sharing this with Noah and Taylor wouldn't be a violation, and it would help to finally clear up the misunderstandings of the past.

However, just as she reached for the door, Ophelia, who had been silent this whole time, finally spoke up, "Sevie! I really didn't know about your mother's situation!

"You wouldn't want Cyrus to have a criminal for a mother, right? I never intended to hurt the Whitman family! Please, help me!"

"Help you?" Wynter paused mid-step. "The first time you manipulated Uncle Noah, he endured it for Cyrus' sake. You coveted Whitman Group's shares, and even then, he gave you a chance.

"And how did you repay him? You spread rumors, accusing him of infidelity."

Wynter had always despised greedy, self-serving people, especially Ophelia, who had ruined Noah's previous relationship.

A man as brilliant and accomplished as Noah had been forced to marry out of responsibility in the prime of his life.

Wynter never understood why the characters in comics who schemed through infatuation or drugging others always seemed to be portrayed so reasonably.

As far as she was concerned, she would stand by her family, right or wrong. Who was going to compensate Noah for the life he was robbed of?

"You don't deserve to be my aunt. After all these times, have you ever considered Cyrus' position in all these? You haven't. You've only ever thought about yourself." Wynter's smile was chilling.

"While you let others ruin Cyrus' potential, believing he'll be easier to control that way, did you ever imagine this day would come?

"I know what you're regretting. You regret that you once had a happy family, and now, you've lost everything because of your mother's manipulation.

"That excuse might work on someone else, but not me. Ophelia Montclair, you're far from innocent. Every single one of you in the Montclair family has been scheming to take over the Whitman family.

"Even your child is just a tool for you. From now on, Cyrus will only be the Whitman family's heir and will have nothing to do with the Montclair family ever again."

With a long bang, Wynter slammed the door shut.

Ophelia was thrown into a pit of despair she had never experienced before. She tried to stand up but fell heavily back into her seat thanks to the cuffs on her hands.

"Sevie, let me see Cyrus! I'm begging you!" Ophelia pleaded in desperation.

But at the end of the day, some mothers loved only themselves.

The Montclair family's downfall had finally attracted attention from higher-ups, especially someone as deeply calculating as Fredric.

Within such a short time, both the Wray and Montclair families had collapsed, and he didn't believe it was a coincidence. The recent reshuffling of power had left him constrained, unable to openly seek information.

For Fredric, the safest option was to act as if nothing had ever happened. 18 years had passed since those events, and he was no longer the insignificant, powerless local official he once was.

No one would suspect that he had any connections with the Wray and Montclair families back then. Yet, despite all this, an unprecedented sense of unease gnawed at him.

Wynter could not be allowed to remain in Hawford. No matter what her intentions were, her presence threatened his peace.

Fredric adjusted his glasses, his appearance still refined and gentle. Anyone who met him would undoubtedly praise him as an outstanding official.

Even those who worked closely with him would vouch for his dedication and humility. They would say his roots in a modest background had made him empathetic toward the common people.

But no one would ever guess that beneath this polished exterior lay a man capable of the most ruthless actions. After all, human nature was far more unpredictable than that of any spirits.