“Get out of my way.
He shoved her aside without hesitation, voice as cold as ice.
Ellse stumbled back, slamming into the edge of a table and crying out in pain.
She clutched her waist in pain, eyes brimming with disbelief as she stared at Charles.
“Charles… you…
“Pray this has nothing to do with you, Elise. Because if it does…”
He didn’t finish the sentence. Just cast her a bone–chilling glance and stormed out.
Elise stared after him, hatred gleaming in her eyes.
But then–pain. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through her lower abdomen. When she looked down, she saw blood soaking through her dress.
“Somebody! Get Mrs. Whitmore–call for help! My baby… save my baby!”
She screamed, voice hoarse and frantic. Her face twisted with desperation.
She had sacrificed so much for today. There was no way she’d let Irene ruin it all.
MoboReels–Sheet P
Chapter 12
Charles stormed out of the house. As he passed through the garden, he noticed the guests whispering among themselves, glancing at him from the corners of their eyes.
His brows furrowed, a wave of helplessness crashing over him.
He couldn’t keep his composure anymore. All he wanted was to rush straight to the Aldridge estate.
The assistant, sensing his dark mood, didn’t dare breathe too loud. He started the car and sped away without a word.
On the way there, Charles kept trying to call Irene–but her phone was off.
He switched to texting her–but the message didn’t even go through. She had blocked him.
His heart dropped. What the hell had happened? The car was moving fast, but his nerves were in complete disarray, his thoughts spinning
With no way to reach Irene, he tried calling Edward. But to his surprise, Edward had also shut off his phone.
Charles clenched his jaw, anxiety twisting in his chest. He forced himself to breathe, knuckles white as he squeezed his phone. Irene, where the hell are you?
The moment the car pulled up in front of the Aldridge estate, Charles jumped out and marched to the front door.
He pounded on it, shouting, “Is anyone there? Open up!”
A housekeeper appeared, looking at him with thinly veiled disdain. “Mr. Whitmore, shouldn’t you be celebrating your precious biological son’s birthday right now? Why stoop to show up here? Miss Aldridge has nothing to do with you anymore.”
Charles felt a sharp pain in his head. His vision even blurred for a moment.
“What did you just say? Who told you he’s my biological son? Who said that?!”
He had a terrible feeling creeping up his spine. Deep down, he feared the worst–but part of him still refused to believe it.
“Really? You knock up some other woman and now you want to play innocent?” the housekeeper sneered.
“Heaven help our Miss Aldridge for wasting her love on the likes of you!”
“Get lost! The Aldridge family doesn’t welcome scum like you! She has nothing to do with you anymore!”
Charles hadn’t expected such open hostility from the Aldridge staff. They wouldn’t let him through and refused to say another word.
His patience snapped. Screw it–he’d force his way in if he had to.
Just then, a sharp voice called out from behind, “What the hell’s going on? Get back to work!”
The Aldridge family butler approached, waving the other servants away. They scattered, but not without shooting Charles one last look of contempt someone even spat near his shoes.
The butler stepped forward and opened the gate. “Mr. Whitmore. Mr. Aldridge is waiting for you.”
Those words made Charles exhale, finally feeling a sliver of relief.
It was Edward. As long as he was willing to him, things might still be fixable.
After all, Edward had personally handed Irene over to him when they got married–and made Charles swear to protect her for life.
Charles swallowed hard, an uneasy tension knotting in his chest.
He stepped inside, the path from the gate to the house feeling longer than ever.
He’d walked it countless times–but never had it felt so heavy.
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Inside the villa, Edward and his wife Lillian were seated on the couch. Lillian’s eyes were red and swollen. Her face looked pale and worn–clearly, she’d cried more than once.
The moment she saw Charles, she lost it. She stormed up and slapped him across the face.
“Charles! Do you even have a heart?! How could you do this to Irene?”
The blow whipped his head to the side. Even his assistant flinched.
But Charles didn’t retaliate. He didn’t say a word.
“Mom.. Where’s Irene?”
“Don’t
you dare call me that! I am no mother to a cheating snake like you!”
“What did she ever do to deserve this? She loved you truly loved you–and this is how you treat her?! You trampled all over her feelings!”
She broke down completely, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. Edward, worried, gently patted her back.
“Enough. You’ll make yourself sick. Help her back to her room.
After giving the order, Edward exchanged a glance with the butler.
The butler nodded and handed Charles a laptop and a folder.
“Mr. Whitmore. Miss Aldridge left this for YOLL
Charles stared at them as if they were cursed His hands trembled as he opened the folder. Across the top of the page: Divorce Agreement. His breath caught in his throat.
Frantically flipping to the last page, he saw both his and Irene’s signatures already there.
MoboReels–Short D
