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The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1882
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Mila first threw out a remark that was not quite befitting of her status but reflected her thoughts at this moment. “I feel like

vomiting.”

Gregory's eyes twitched. “What did you say?”

“Chairman Salvador, you must be a lucky man.” Mila took the lead and gracefully sat down, picking up a teacup. “Otherwise, with

your brains, it would've been impossible to build such a large business.”

“You...!” Gregory glared at the woman's indifferent face furiously, his words stuck in his throat.

But he was a man of high status, and to retort would make him look like a shrew.

“The Thompson family is more open-minded. As parents, we won't interfere too much in our children’s marriages. | didn’t have

much contact with Carrie, but my son likes her, so what's wrong withtrying to help my son?

“Besides, what type of family did you choose for Carrie? | merely pressured them slightly, yet they immediately broke off the

engagement overnight. This shows that they are a bunch of opportunists, only chasing after fand fortune. As the wealthiest

family in Savrow, don’t you think it's beneath you to be in-laws with those people?”

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Her words struck a chord with Nigel, and he nodded vigorously.

“If | was following Bella's arrangements, as you accused, we could have stopped interfering once the engagement between your

families was broken off.” Mila calmly said, “The reason | cto visit again is because | also adore Carrie. My eagerness to see her

is no less than Ralph's.”

“Mom...” A warm feeling surged in Ralph's heart, his ears reddening.

Carrie slowly opened her eyes, her crystal-clear gaze looking at Mila with gratitude.

“Gregory, what you said just now was too much. Apologize to Madam Mila now!” Nigel glared coldly at his son, who only caused

him trouble, obviously displeased.

Gregory pursed his pale lips, his gums aching with anger. He refused to speak.

Making him admit his mistakes and apologize to the Thompson family was too humiliating!

“et it, Old Master Nigel. Chairman Salvador was merely worried about his daughter, which made him flustered. As a mother, |

could understand.” Mila lowered her gaze and set the teacup down. “But Chairman Salvador, you're not young anymore. If you

don’t have much work in thepany, you should spend more ttaking care of your health, like Wyatt. What's the point of

always meddling in your children’s marriages?”

Mila’s words were like a gentle blade, cutting right into Gregory's sensitive spots.

Ralph took a step forward, his gaze intense and as deep as the ocean. “Chairman Salvador, you can doubt anything except for one

thing. | swear on my police uniform and my faith that my feelings for Carrie are truer than gold. Even if you don’t like me, | must

still tell you that | want to try pursuing Carrie with the intention of marriage.”

Everyone was stunned.

Mila had never seen her son act this way, and for a moment, she was almost moved to tears.

“If you still can’t get over it, think of it as having one more person in the world willing to protect your daughter with his life. You

won't be suffering any losses anyway.” Ralph smiled casually, his bright eyes holding a power that moved hearts.

The hostility faded from Gregory's face, and he waspletely speechless.

“Carrie, let's go.” This time, Ralph did not leave a choice for Carrie. He stepped forward and grabbed her hand without hesitation,

walking out with his head held high.

The man’s strides were long, and Carrie had to trot to keep up with him.

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Recently, whenever she saw her father, she only felt suffocated and suppressed.

Even if Ralph did not speak up, she would still have left with Ralph without any hesitation.

The pair of matching figures disappeared from the door in the blink of an eye.

Nigel sighed, praising, “Madam Mila, you raised your son well. Inparison, as a father, | feel utterly ashamed.”

“Dad! What are you saying?!” Gregory fumed. Mila and Nigel were just insulting him in a roundabout way.

After Mila left, Gregory was scolded by his father again.

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