The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1612

“Aunt Mila.”

The air hung heavy with a suffocating silence.

Gritting her teeth, Mila stared at Aaron’s smirking face.

She knew that his use of “aunt” was not to show her respect. Instead, he would not come off as mean and would keep up appearances as the good eldest grandson.

“It’s been two days since Grandpa stormed off to bed in a rage. He hasn’t eaten anything since finding out what Arnold did. You can imagine his anger.”

Aaron’s piercing gaze was icy. “The last time Grandpa was so angry was when you insisted on being with Chairman Thompson. You knew Chairman Thompson was married, but you humiliated yourself and your family to be Chairman Thompson’s side piece.”

He labeled Mila insultingly.

Mila went white, but she did not back down.

She was no longer part of the Larson family. No one could tear her down.

Bella shook with rage.

She was furious at that point in time. Blood rushed to her head.

Justin furrowed his brows and locked fingers with Bella.

He had a good read of the situation. Due to Wyatt’s relationship with Mila, the Larsons held animosity toward the Thompsons.

Arnold yelled furiously, “That’s enough, Aaron! I’m going back with you. What more do you want?”

Aaron put his finger in front of Arnold’s face with a frown. “Shut up! It’s not your place to talk.”

Bella gave Aaron a dirty look.

It dawned on her why Arnold would rather build a career abroad on his own than go back to the Larson family and take his career to new heights through his family.

The Larsons drained the life of Arnold.

“Can you be any more foolish?”

Sasha broke free from Celeste and Amelia and darted toward Aaron angrily.

However, Steven managed to get in her way. Only a 6-foot-tall man could stop her.

Aaron turned to Mila with a smirk. “Aunt Mila, Dad sent me here to take Arnold back and pass a message to you. He said that since you were dead set on breaking ties with the family, you should keep to your word. Stop trying to look for excuses and ways to squirm your way back in.