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Chapter 391:

“Mrs. Stewart, please hurry downstairs. Ms. Della Stewart and Mr. Jewell Stewart are in a heated argument p>

Amelia quickly got dressed and hastened downstairs. From the staircase, she heard Della’s voice, sharp with indignation, clashing with Jewell’s defiant retorts.

“Jewell, how dare you show your face here? After wronging Wyatt, you still have the gall to step foot in Hillside Villa? Leave at once p>

“I’m Wyatt’s father. Why can’t I come here?” Jewell shot back.

Amelia turned to Kurt and asked, “Have you called Wyatt p>

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“Mr. Stewart’s tied up in a meeting. Davin answered the call,” Kurt replied, explaining why he had woken Amelia.

As Amelia spoke with Kurt, Della’s hand struck Jewell’s cheek with a resounding slap.

Jewell raised his hand to retaliate, but Amelia swiftly intervened, saying, “Mr. Stewart, what do you think you’re doing p>

“You’ve no place to interfere. Step aside!” Jewell barked.

“Amelia, don’t stop him,” Della said coolly. “I would like to see if he dares lay a hand on me today p>

“Della, I can’t stand by while he tries to hit you,” Amelia replied firmly.

Stepping protectively in front of Della, Amelia faced Jewell with an icy stare. “Mr. Stewart, Wyatt’s on his way here. Are you certain you want to lay a hand on Della p>

Jewell let his hand drop at last, though the fury in his eyes still burned like wildfire.

Della caught the gesture and gave a sharp, disdainful scoff. Her mockery was salt in the wound, and Jewell’s face flushed crimson in anger.

“Della, you think just because my family’s been backing you, I wouldn’t dare divorce you? I p>

“You’re talking about divorcing my mother?” Before Jewell could spit out the rest of his words, Wyatt’s cold voice cut in from the doorway.

The blaze in Jewell’s eyes dimmed instantly, his bravado snuffed out like a candle in the wind.

“Call Lucian. Tell him to come here,” Wyatt said to Kurt, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Kurt shifted uneasily, the beginnings of a protest on his lips, but one look at Wyatt’s expression had him swallowing his words.

“Why… Why do you want to call Lucian over?” Jewell stammered.

“Didn’t you just say you wanted a divorce from my mother?” Wyatt’s voice was calm, almost conversational, yet every syllable landed like a hammer. “I’ll have Lucian draw up the papers for you p>