"He refuses to believe I did it for the kids! He's dead set on divorcing me!"
A suffocating wave of panic fluttered in Tiffany's chest.
She hadn't been this reckless in the past.
It was only after Claire had returned to the Churchill family that Tiffany's sense of insecurity had skyrocketed.
In Tiffany's eyes, Claire was an invader.
She was terrified Claire would steal away everything she had meticulously planned for Yolande.
Especially after Padgett privately announced that Melissa's shares were being entirely transferred to Claire.
It had driven Tiffany insane with jealousy.
Those shares should have belonged to Yolande! Yolande was the only girl of her generation in the Churchill family!
Truthfully, Tiffany's logic was completely detached from reality.
Even if Yolande was the only daughter of that generation, she wasn't particularly close to Padgett.
She was just a grand-niece from a secondary branch of the family. Why on earth would she inherit his daughter's shares?
The entire grievance was nothing but Tiffany's own greedy delusion.
"What about the kids?"
Beatrice asked, "Don't tell me they aren't taking your side?"
"If the kids just say a few words to him, Owen's anger will fade. Who would actually go through with a divorce then?"
"You're both older now. Every married couple bumps heads sometimes."
"Fighting is one thing, but throwing the word divorce around constantly is dangerous."
Though Beatrice was relishing the drama, logic dictated that a divorce was bad news for everyone.
The Byron family had few connections as it was. If Tiffany and Owen split up, who would they sponge off of for money and favors?
"Hmph, you think those kids are on my side?"
"They were the ones who told me to get a divorce in the first place!"
"I've raised two ungrateful brats! Not only do they want me to get a divorce, but they also blame me for favoring my family. They said Mom and Dad were biased toward their other grandkids when they were little..."
The moment Tiffany said that, a heavy, awkward silence fell over the Byron family.
It was true. Frederic and Olga heavily favored their paternal grandchildren.
After all, they carried the Byron name, while Yolande and Seb were outsiders.
Plus, their own grandkids had it rougher. The family wasn't filthy rich, so they couldn't live the lavish lifestyles of young heirs and heiresses.
But Yolande and Seb were different.
They had access to every luxury imaginable back home.
So what was the big deal if the Byrons took some of their things and gave them to Beatrice's kids?
Why did those brats have to hold such a grudge?
The older couple suddenly remembered all the times they had hoarded the good food for their own grandchildren while keeping a wary eye on Yolande and Seb.
Noticing the shift in the room's atmosphere and the guilty expressions on her
family's faces, it finally dawned on Tiffany.
"Did you guys really take it that far?"
She had initially assumed her kids
were exaggerating, but looking at
her parents and Beatrice, she realized Yolande and Seb hadn't
erated at all.
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They had crossed the line. Could they really not have treated the children a little more fairly?
Resentment flickered in Tiffany's chest.
Sensing her daughter's growing anger, Olga quickly stepped in to smooth things
over.
"Tiffany, now is not the time to dwell
on the past. Your husband asked for a divorce. If you don't go back and seothe his ego,
why are you biding out here?"
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"What if he finds a mistress while you're away giving him the cold shoulder? What
will you do then!"
Olga looked at her with intense frustration.
This daughter used to be so sharp.
She had managed to wrap a Churchill heir around her little finger.
After she married him, even if she didn't completely control her husband, she consistently funneled luxury goods and money back to the Byron family.
Maybe not massive fortunes, but a steady stream of serious cash.
Thanks to her subsidies, the Byron family's quality of life had skyrocketed.
And with Tiffany pulling strings behind the scenes, Beatrice and her husband had even managed to start a small business.
It wasn't a corporate empire, but by riding the coattails of the Churchill name, they had built a very comfortable nest egg.