I Married My Ex's Billionaire Father
Chapter 240: Get Out And Never Come Back

Chapter 240: Get Out And Never Come Back

The grand Welhaven mansion loomed before them, a monument to wealth and power, its imposing facade bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights. Lottie and Brooke, dressed in their most elegant attire, approached the imposing entrance, their hearts pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. They were about to confront the past, to claim their place in a legacy that had been shrouded in secrets and lies.

They drove into the grounds of the house in their leased car without too much of a fuss, and the heavy oak doors swung open, revealing a foyer of breathtaking opulence. A butler, his expression impassive, led them through a series of lavishly decorated rooms, their footsteps echoing softly on the marble floors. They were ushered into a grand salon, where an elderly woman sat in a high-backed armchair, her gaze distant, her expression fragile.

This was Faye Welhaven, Maeve and Ophelia’s mother, a woman whose mind had been ravaged by time and grief. She looked up as Lottie and Brooke entered, her eyes flickering with a momentary spark of recognition.

"Maeve?" she whispered, her voice frail and trembling. "Is that you, Maeve?"

Lottie stepped forward, her smile warm and reassuring. "No, Mrs. Welhaven," she said gently. "My name is Lottie, and this is your granddaughter, Brooke."

Faye’s eyes widened, her gaze shifting to Brooke. "Brooke?" she echoed, her voice laced with confusion. "But... I thought that Maeve was coming to see me."

"I am Maeve’s daughter," Brooke said, her voice clear and confident. "I am here to meet my family... to meet you."

Faye’s expression shifted, her eyes filling with tears. "My Maeve," she whispered, her voice breaking. "My beautiful daughter."

She reached out a trembling hand, her fingers grasping Brooke’s. "You’re just like her," she said, her voice barely audible. "Just like her."

Lottie and Brooke exchanged a quick glance, their hearts pounding with excitement. They had found their opening, their chance to weave their carefully crafted narrative.

"We have come to tell you the truth, Mrs. Welhaven," Lottie said, her voice laced with a hint of urgency. "Brooke is Maeve’s rightful heir. She is here to claim what’s rightfully hers but Ophelia is determined to keep her out."

Faye’s eyes fluttered, her mind drifting in and out of lucidity. "My Maeve," she whispered again, her voice filled with a deep, aching sadness. "She was so beautiful. So kind."

She paused, her gaze shifting to Lottie, her eyes filled with a sudden, unsettling clarity. "Ophelia was always jealous," she said, her voice sharp and accusing. "Always jealous of Maeve."

Lottie’s eyes widened slightly, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it. This was the moment they had been waiting for and Lottie was no fool. She realized that she could take advantage of this.

"Jealous?" she echoed, her voice laced with a hint of curiosity. "Why was she jealous?"

"Because Sam loved Maeve," Faye said, her voice trembling with emotion. "He was her father. Not Ophelia’s. He treated Ophelia well, but she was bitter. She was always bitter."

She paused, her gaze shifting to Brooke, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and rage. "And she hated Maeve," she said, her voice barely audible. "She hated her because she was Sam’s daughter. She hated her because she was loved unconditionally and had that special father daughter bond."

Brooke’s eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. This was even better than they had hoped.

"And she did not protect her," Faye continued, her voice rising in pitch. "She did not protect Maeve from them. She should have protected her. She was her elder sister. But she was jealous and that got my Maeve killed."

Lottie leaned forward, her voice laced with a hint of urgency. "Who, Mrs. Welhaven?" she asked, her voice barely audible. "Who killed Maeve?"

Faye’s eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling with rage. "Ophelia," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "She killed her. She took her away, i just know that she did."

A gasp escaped Brooke’s lips, her eyes widening in disbelief. This was their chance, their opportunity to solidify their narrative, to paint Ophelia as the villain.

"Ophelia killed Maeve?" Lottie echoed, her voice laced with shock. "But... why would she do that?"

"She was jealous," Faye repeated, her voice trembling. "She wanted everything for herself. She wanted Sam’s love. She wanted his fortune. She wanted Maeve gone. I saw it all but I wanted to believe that Ophelia would not hurt Maeve."

She paused, her gaze shifting to Brooke, her eyes filled with a desperate plea. "You have to stop her," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You have to protect yourself. She will try to take everything from you. I can’t fail again, I can’t let them take my Maeve away."

Lottie’s eyes gleamed with triumph. They had their story. They had their villain. If they played their cards right , they had their way to avoid the DNA test.

"Don’t worry, Mrs. Welhaven," she said, her voice laced with a false sense of reassurance. "We will protect Brooke. We won’t let Ophelia get away with this."

Faye’s eyes fluttered, her mind drifting back into the fog of dementia. "My Maeve," she whispered again, her voice filled with a deep, aching sadness. "My beautiful, sweet little Maeve."

Lottie and Brooke exchanged a triumphant glance. They had what they needed. They had the words of a grieving mother, the accusations of a woman whose mind was clouded by grief and confusion. They had their weapon.

"What in the hell are you doing in my mother’s house?" Ophelia thundered as she walked into the room. Her strides purposeful as she walked to where the women sat, behind her followed a nurse.

Lottie and Brooke immediately got to their feet. "I came to see my grandmother." Brooke simpered.

"Get mother to her room immediately." Ophelia ordered.

The maid helped Faye into the wheelchair and took her out of the room, leaving the women and the tense situation behind.

Once they were gone, Ophelia turned to the two women and glared at them. "I want you to get out and never come back here."