Chapter 314

After all these years, there’s nothing quite as painful as having a house you can’t call home. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ
Daniel glanced at Nora. “Aurora, take Mom upstairs and let her rest.”
Nora hesitated. She and Mrs. Chambers were like oil and water-never meant to mix.
And then there was the child she carried, a child Mrs. Chambers despised.
If Mrs. Chambers ever “lost control,” Nora shuddered to think of the
consequences.
Daniel seemed to realize this too, so he instructed a maid to help Mrs. Chambers upstairs instead.
Only then did Nora rise, trailing at a safe distance behind them as they climbed the stairs.
At the landing, Mrs. Chambers shot Daniel a frosty look. “Look at this-this is the bloodline of the Chambers family. Rotten from the root. And you still want to stay and be this family’s matriarch?”
The thought of her son sheltering her husband’s illegitimate daughter, even bringing her into the Chambers family as a “foster sister” and lavishing her with wealth and status-it was enough to drain Mrs. Chambers of all hope.
Now, Daniel wanted her to divorce and leave the house altogether.
She hated everyone here.
Nora held her tongue, content to simply observe the drama unfolding.
But Mrs. Chambers refused to budge. She fixed her gaze on Nora’s belly, venom
in her voice. “Why keep trash like that in this world? It’d be better if you all just died.”
Nora instinctively shielded her stomach, recognizing the madness in Mrs. Chambers’ eyes.
She wasn’t sure the maid could hold her back if she snapped.
“Have you ever considered,” Nora said quietly, “if there’s a divorce, who’ll be the one to leave in the end?”
Nora had no desire to get involved, but Mrs. Chambers knew only one emotion— rage. Reason was beyond her.
Nora was genuinely afraid she’d lose control.
Mrs. Chambers clenched her jaw. “Obviously me. I’m the outsider here. They’re all Chambers.”
Nora shook her head. “But I think, if it came to divorce, the one leaving would be him.”
Mrs. Chambers stared at her, stunned. “Impossible.”
Nora understood Daniel better than anyone-that’s why she dared to say it.
Just then, a sudden banging came from downstairs, followed by Brian’s furious
voice. “Daniel, are you out of your mind? You dare lay a hand on me?”
His answer was the unmistakable sound of fists connecting with flesh.
Mr. Hogan Chambers didn’t intervene.
Mrs. Chambers froze on the staircase, vivid images flashing in her mind-Daniel grabbing Brian, hitting him again and again.
At first, Brian spat curses. Soon, only pleading could be heard.
A maid whispered carefully, “Ma’am, let’s go upstairs.”
Mrs. Chambers ignored her. Instead, she rushed back down.
Nora gripped the banister, worried Mrs. Chambers might lash out at her.
Back in the living room, Mrs. Chambers saw her son.
Daniel’s face bore angry red marks-Brian had fought back, clearly.
Mrs. Chambers covered her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably. “Dan Daniel turned, frowning at her.
Brian had just managed to stagger to his feet, looking utterly defeated and humiliated. He snarled, “Daniel, have you lost your mind? You’d hit your own father over an outsider?”
Daniel tossed a set of papers at him. “Sign the divorce papers-and get out.”
The documents were so fresh, they might as well have still been warm from the printer.
Brian seethed, but he was no match for his son. He snatched the papers, skimmed through them, then stared up in disbelief. “You want me to leave with nothing?”
“Daniel, you really are insane,” he spat.
What kind of son throws his own father out of the house?
Daniel’s expression didn’t flicker. “I’ll transfer you ten grand a month for living expenses. That’s all.”
Ten thousand-it was the most mercy Daniel could summon.
Brian balked. Ten grand wouldn’t even cover his bar tabs.
Daniel sneered. “Refuse, and you won’t get a cent.”
“You” Brian’s face turned crimson with rage, but he couldn’t fight back.
Because the Chambers family’s heir was Daniel now.
Brian could only swallow his humiliation.