After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas)

Aaron stood tall, his figure straight and imposing. The black suit he wore gave him a formal and serious demeanor, far removed from his usual laid-back image.

Yet, his eyes were cold and emotionless, void of any warmth.

"It doesn't mean anything. I just find it amusing that your adopted daughter holds more value to you than your own son. If you were going to favor her so much, why even bother having me?" "You!"

Nathalie's face turned pale with anger, her hand raised to slap him. But as someone approached, she suppressed the urge.

"Aaron, she's your sister. You grew up together. Are you really going to stir up trouble with us over an outsider?"

Her voice was lower, trying to contain her emotions, maintaining the composure of a dignified lady.

Aaron responded calmly, "Selena is my wife now. She's not an outsider."

Nathalie's expression remained displeased, filled with disdain for Selena.

Aaron continued, "She's beautiful, independent, and respectful to both of you. I don't understand why you dislike her so much. Is it just because she doesn't have a background? If that's the case, I'll give her one. Will that be enough for you to accept her?" "You!"

Nathalie was so taken aback that she couldn't find the words to respond.

Kendrick frowned and said, "Aaron, is that any way to speak to your mother?"

Aaron smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Dad, when I try to reason with you, you bring up emotions. When I talk about emotions, you throw logic at me. What's the game here? Are you just messing with me?"

Kendrick's face darkened. "That doesn't give you the right to speak to your mother like that!"

Aaron shrugged. "Fine, then I won't say anything more. But don't come looking for me either. As for Fletcher Enterprises... I won't be letting go."

With that, he turned and descended the steps.

Nathalie watched his back, her anger mixed with a deep sense of sorrow.

"How did he turn out like this?" she muttered, both furious and heartbroken.

He was her only son, yet now he seemed so distant. It was all Selena's fault for stirring up trouble! Kendrick placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll just get rid of that troublesome woman." Nathalie didn't reply, but her eyes grew colder.

Selena had returned to work. She wasn't the type to sit idle; being busy made her feel fulfilled.

After her midday phone call with Aaron, her mood was heavy, and the image of Samson lingered in her mind. She sighed softly.

Just then, her phone rang. When she looked at the screen, her brows furrowed. She rejected the call immediately. But the phone kept ringing persistently as if it wouldn't stop until she answered.

Feeling irritated, Selena finally picked up.

"Hello?" Her tone was far from pleasant.

On the other end, a soft, cautious voice responded, "Selena, I'm your mother."

Selena let out a cold laugh. "Oh? How do you plan to prove that?"

The woman hesitated before saying, "I gave birth to you. I don't need to prove it. I know."

Selena's tone grew harsher. "You gave birth to me? I doubt it. It seems to me that you only gave birth to Jolie."

There was a brief silence before the woman softly said, "Selena, Jolie is your sister. Can't you be a little kinder to her? You two are so close in age, you should—"

Before she could finish, Selena hung up.

Her mood, already bad, was now even worse.

What parents? She didn't need them!