My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 1557 - 1375: That Home No Longer Has a Place for Me

Chapter 1557: Chapter 1375: That Home No Longer Has a Place for Me

She turned her head, gave Aria Rowlett a cold glance, then pivoted and walked into the house.

Aria Rowlett stood there, unmoving.

Mr. Rowlett tried to comfort her. "You know your mother’s temperament. Your brother has been in jail for several days, and we can’t find any way to bail him out. Your mother loves your brother dearly, so she speaks impulsively."

"But she doesn’t really think that way at heart."

Aria Rowlett knew all too well what her parents were like.

Because she understood them, she felt an even deeper sadness.

She knew all too well that even this bit of tenderness being shown was because of her brother, Issac Rowlett.

*

Elsewhere.

Lady Octavia sat in the hotel’s coffee shop, talking on the phone.

A young man’s voice came through the phone, "My lady, Aria Rowlett has been called back to the Rowlett family home. Our plan is going smoothly, she certainly won’t be able to pay her brother’s debt. When the Rowlett family is desperate, they are sure to accept our terms."

"Besides, Aria Rowlett’s parents don’t care much about their daughter. I assure you, if it can get their son out of jail, they’ll agree to anything."

"Good," Lady Octavia held her coffee cup, lightly leaning on the sofa cushion, "Then everything should proceed as planned. However, I’m worried that if she turns to Brandon for help. He’s bewitched by her now, what if he pays off the debt for her?"

"My Lady, you can be rest assured. Aria Rowlett doesn’t have a good relationship with her parents. They’ve shown preference for boys over girls her whole life, so she must harbor resentment towards them. Furthermore, our investigation shows she’s a very independent girl, I’m sure she won’t turn to Mr. Brandon."

Lady Octavia’s lips curled up slightly, her eyes filled with coldness, "I hope so. Those shameless sirens keep trying to seduce my son. I won’t let Aria succeed again."

"You must handle this matter competently."

"My Lady, rest assured, we will not fail your trust."

As soon as Lady Octavia hung up the phone, it rang again.

Seeing that the call was from her husband, Darren Heath, she hesitated before answering.

"Octavia, where are you now? Mom said you guys argued and you ran away from home. Is this true?"

Lady Octavia’s face darkened immediately: "Did mom snitch on me? Are you calling to scold me too?"

"Octavia, don’t be so unreasonable. Mom is getting old, why can’t you be more tolerant? Why would you argue with her? Besides, you’re not a child anymore, it’s not like you to run away from home. Now, return home and apologize to mom, stop being so stubborn."

Lady Octavia had always felt wronged in this matter. Even her husband who had always pampered and comforted her was, now, blaming her. She felt even more upset and wronged.

And even more furious.

She growled, "Darren Heath, I’m not going back. There’s no place for me in that home anymore, why should I go back? What do you mean I’m being stubborn? Do you know how much hurt I’ve endured? All these years, I’ve been tolerant with mom. But she’d rather favor outsiders than treating her daughter-in-law fairly. I won’t go back and I won’t apologize. I haven’t done anything wrong, why should I apologize?"