Chapter 12
Mr. Anderson’s arrogant voice carried clearly to everyone at the dining table.
Although Mr. Beaumont wasn’t a man of many words, his love for Seraphina ran bone-deep.
He snatched the phone and roared into it, “Who the hell do you think you are to be ordering my daughter around? The moment you forced her to divorce Caspian Kingsley, she was done with your pathetic family!”
“You can have that worthless Caspian for all I care! But if you ever dare to bother my daughter again, I will settle all of the Andersons’ old and new debts with
you at once!”
After his threat, Mr. Beaumont slammed the phone down.
The splitting headache Mr. Anderson had been suffering from instantly cleared, replaced by a look of utter bewilderment. “Seraphina found her birth parents?”
Just as he said this, Caspian walked in and overheard.
He frowned deeply. “Dad, what did you just say? Seraphina found her birth parents?”
Seeing Caspian only made Mr. Anderson more annoyed.
At the end of the day, all of this was his fault.
But the Anderson family had been in decline for years, they couldn’t afford to lose a son-in-law from the Kingsley family. He suppressed his temper.
“It seems so. The man on the phone said he was Seraphina’s father and told us never to bother her again.”
A corner of Caspian’s mouth twitched. “That makes sense. What parent doesn’t dote on their own daughter?”
“No wonder she didn’t return to your house after leaving mine. She went back to her real home.”
“Dad, do you know where Seraphina is now? She’s always respected you. Even if she despises me, she would have told you.”
Mr. Anderson remained silent. Just a moment ago, he too had been blocked by Seraphina.
Seeing Mr. Anderson’s silence, Caspian guessed what had happened.
He narrowed his eyes, his tone accusatory. “Dad, did you have a hand in Seraphina divorcing me?”
Mr. Anderson still said nothing, but Caspian had lost his patience, he threatened.
‘Dad, if you still want Kingsley Corp. to help the Anderson Group in the future, you’d better tell me the truth.”
Not daring to gamble with his company’s future, Mr. Anderson told him everything that had happened a week ago, down to the last detail.
The moment he finished listening, Caspian kicked a nearby coffee table, sending shards of glass flying.
‘I knew something was off with Seraphina! So it was you and Thalia, pulling strings behind my back.”
“Seraphina is my wife! How dare you plot against me like this!”
Mr. Anderson was his elder, after all. Seeing Caspian’s disrespect, he didn’t hold back either.
“Caspian, so now it’s our fault? What about you? Are you completely blameless?”
“You were the one who wanted to keep the marriage a secret. You were the one who said you’d wait for Thalia. Those were your words.”
“We’re both men, so I’ll be blunt. If you like Seraphina so much, why are you still entangled with Thalia?”
“I’m old, not blind. If you hadn’t slept with Thalia, do you think I would have been in such a damn hurry?”
Caspian’s face grew darker with every word, yet he couldn’t offer a single rebuttal. Everything he said was the cold, hard truth.
Then, Mr. Anderson twisted the knife.
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“Caspian, you can’t have your cake and eat it too. The moment you started messing around with Thalia, you should have known this day would come.”
“You’re a man. If you hadn’t been willing, Thalia couldn’t have forced you.”
“Things have already reached this point. Seraphina is gone, your marriage is over. It’s time to start planning your wedding with Thalia.”
“Caspian, you’ve already let one woman down. Surely you won’t hurt another woman who loves you so deeply, will you?”
Every word from Mr. Anderson was carefully calculated, deliberately backing Caspian into a corner.
As expected, Caspian’s fists clenched tighter and tighter, but he remained silent.
After ten minutes, just as Caspian was about to refuse Mr. Anderson’ proposal, Thalia rushed out holding a pregnancy test, a radiant smile on her face.
“Caspian, I’m pregnant! It’s our baby!”
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From Scorned Wife to Mrs. Billionaire: By Firing Mu Cror
