Divorced Heiress
Chapter 115

I remained silent for a moment, while I looked at her incredulously, seriously expecting her to tell me at any moment that it was a joke, but that moment never came, she was speaking seriously or just came here to torment me.

Didn't she understand that we wouldn't allow her to get close to Tristan?

This lady never ceased to amaze me.

I burst out laughing, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled after her words of an offended grandmother, and her brow furrowed as if she didn't understand the reason for my laughter.

"Are you daydreaming, Mrs. Amelia?" My response between laughs took her by surprise, as if she didn't expect me to refuse her request.

'Grandparent's rights'? What rights? Truly, her optimism, or rather, her cynicism, impressed me more and more.

Amelia blinked more than usual and looked at me with a serious face, apparently not accepting my refusal to such an absurdity. But the truth was, she had no business being near us. I taught her a lesson by suing her for defamation, and I truly hoped that would have changed her arrogant and superior attitude a bit.

Clearly, that never happened. She ruined her chance herself when she came here to insult me and belittle me with her words full of contempt, especially when she referred to my son as a bastard.

How could I introduce my son to her? How could I allow her to get close? I couldn't trust her even a little, because I knew that at any moment, she could spit out all her venom against Tristan for being my son.

If I had the chance to avoid such misfortune, I would do it without hesitation, all for the sake of my family.

"What? But why? I have the right to meet my first grandson. He is a Lancaster, he carries my last name it is my blood, you cannot oppose it."

I shook my head in disbelief at everything she was telling me.

"Yes, he is a Lancaster, he carries your last name, and unfortunately, he is your blood. But that doesn't mean I'll let you get close to him. My son has grown up in a place surrounded by love, values, and every day I strive for him to become a good man, a respectful and empathetic man..."

I wanted to continue expressing my feelings as a mother and the upbringing I was giving him, which was the complete opposite of her and Gina. But Amelia interrupted me as if she felt very offended by my words.

"What are you trying to tell me with that?"

I smiled at her foolish question, crossing my legs casually as I played with a pen in my hands.

I never expected that, at some point in life, I would have a conversation without insults from her, let alone that she would feel targeted by my words.

"Look, Mrs. Amelia. I'll be straightforward. You are not the kind of person I want near my son. A disrespectful, arrogant, elitist, demeaning woman, someone who seizes every opportunity to humiliate people who don't belong to her social circle. Have you forgotten how you treated me since you met me? I don't want that for my son. I'm sorry, but you're wasting your me four flight leaves in two hours, you better hurry." I said each word with a cold voice, carefully observing every expression on her face as I described her as she truly was.

She cleared her throat as if she was searching for the right words to respond, in fact, I could tell she was struggling to hold back an insult.

"Sarah, this is not the time for grudges, let's leave behind the Amelia Lancaster who did not behave properly, let's leave the past behind, it is not relevant at this moment, we're talking about your son, not about you."

I hid the laugh that was about to burst out behind a mocking smile and nodded, pointing at her with the pen as if she had hit the nail on the head.

"Exactly! He is my son, and as a mother, you should understand better than anyone that I don't want my son surrounded by people who will not bring anything good to his life, who don't deserve to be by his side. I mean, that's what you told me over and over again, that a person like me, a poor girl, a gold digger, a woman of unknown origins, didn't deserve to be by Alexander Lancaster's side. And it's not about resentment, ma'am, believe me, I'm not resentful in the least, especially when that past you speak of was very recent. It's about wanting the best for my son, and obviously, you are not it."

To anyone, what I was saying might sound very cruel, but for me, it was fair, it was liberating, I was paying her back in her own coin.

This was the clear example that tongue is the punishment of the body.

Amelia remained silent for a moment as she looked out the window as if processing what had just been said to her, and soon she turned with a bitter smile while getting up from her seat, reclaiming that posture I hadn't seen since I arrived, that attitude of superiority, that look of evil.

"Well. I wanted to reach a reasonable agreement with you in a good way. Don't forget, Sarah Doinel, that you punished my son after the divorce, you overlooked the consequences of not allowing him to grow up with his family, the Lancasters. You denied the existence of that child for years, denied him the right to his father, and now you are denying him the right to his grandmother, to his family."

She adjusted her purse on her arm as she spoke, and my brow furrowed suspecting what she was referring to with that.

Ha. As if she could even try.

"If I had known that you were expecting a child, I would not have allowed him to grow up far from the Lancaster family. This will weigh on you, I will make you regret this decision you are making lightly."

I leaned my arms on the desk to observe her with my best look of indifference, not allowing myself to be intimidated by the obvious threat, claiming a right she never had and never will.

I already knew that I would never speak civilly with this woman, and that she had come with her best lamb costume, as if that could redeem her.

"Ma'am, what makes you think the situation would be different if I hadn't divorced Alexander? It's one thing for me to have allowed him to humiliate me, it's another thing entirely for me to allow him to do the same to my son. I am avoiding the slightest risk that puts my son's stability at stake, whether I am married to your son or not."

My sincere answer left her perplexed, she remained motionless in her place for a few seconds, enough time to see the drastic change from her miserable expression to one of arrogance. She straightened her neck in an attempt to appear confident and raised an eyebrow before speaking.

"In that case, we will see each other in family court. I won't stand by when it's evident that this child is not in good hands. Alexander and I will fight for custody of this child, you have everything to lose, you hid his existence, you are a work addict without enough time to be by his side, and needless to say, I have very good connections. You brought this upon yourself. You may be the Doinel heiress, you may have all the companies you want, but you're still a poor excuse, and that's what puts the child's stability at risk." I laughed silently at her peculiar way of defending herself, as if that would change my mind or as if I should be trembling in fear.

Of course, Alexander was not going to agree to such a thing, in fact, he was the most interested in keeping her as far away from Tristan as possible, not for nothing will he make her return to New York along with Gina. Besides, he had no reason to fight for custody, considering he saw his son every day, not to mention that we were trying to be together again, this time as a family.

"Go ahead, do it." I replied unconcerned, dropping my back to the backrest of the chair, and upon hearing my words, she looked at me disdainfully.

"Of course, I will. I won't waste more time with you, a flight awaits me."

I pointed to the door to let her know that I wasn't the least bit interested in what she would or wouldn't do, and she rolled her eyes before walking towards the door, her heels resonating.

When she was a couple of steps away from leaving my office, the door opened abruptly, revealing Alexander who was visibly upset, accompanied by Alexis, who looked disapprovingly at Amelia.

It couldn't be, what were they doing here?

"I can't believe how far you're willing to go, Amelia Lancaster." Alexander's voice was so cold that it sent chills down my spine, and I suppose it did the same to his mother, as she remained motionless in her place, clutching her purse tightly. Did he hear our entire conversation?

It couldn't be possible, I made sure that no one followed me, I even asked Jack not to disturb in my office.

"Alex, Alexis, what... what are you doing here?" The venomous tarantula, as Abby would say, snapped out of her trance and spoke nervously, with a tone of voice very different from the one she used at the end of her conversation with me. After all, it wasn't so bad that her children appeared out of nowhere.

"I should be asking you what you're doing here, but it's not necessary because I heard everything, and I'm going to tell you one thing, Amelia. I forbid you from doing anything against Sarah because you'd be harming our son. And I warn you right now that you won't have my support in any way. Otherwise, I'll be forced to take action, and you'll be the one who ends up looking bad. You're only interested in the stupid inheritance that my father left for his first grandson, and I won't allow you to use my son for your benefit." Alexander was furious and spit out each word while maintaining a threatening gaze at his mother.

When he said that last part, revealing all that information, I stood up from my seat without any care, causing the chair to move and hit the wall behind me.

So, this whole charade was due to an inheritance, all that theater from the grandmother with good intentions and the desire to meet her grandson was because there was money involved. I knew that woman didn't do anything without a reason. Anything could be expected from her.

"What?" I asked, grabbing the attention of the Lancasters, including Amelia, who looked at me with hatred in her eyes. But of course, I had ruined her chance to claim an inheritance at the expense of my son.

"Shut up, stupid. I told you to come alone." Amelia was genuinely upset, and I knew she thought I had planned for her children to show up, but she was far from the truth.

I hadn't planned it, or it wouldn't have turned out so well, and I was glad that they were here, exposing their mother, leaving her in evidence, and confirming to me that I had done the right thing by not allowing her to get close to my son.

"If a single insult towards Sarah comes out of your mouth again, you'll have to face the consequences."

Amelia turned her face to look at Alexander when those words left her mouth. My eyes focused on the man who defended me once again from his mother's attacks.

"Forget about that inheritance because I will donate all the money to those who truly need it. Forget that you have a grandson and forget that you have a son. I never want to see you again."

I was astonished at Alexander's cold and drastic decision. I didn't know how to react or what to think.

He was giving up on his mother as if he had to choose between his mother or the family we were forming, and he didn't have to think twice to choose us.

"What are you saying? Are you hearing yourself? You're completely crazy. That woman is brainwashing you. Alexander, you can't do this to me. I am your mother. Alexis, you're on my side, right?"

Judging by the tone and the way her voice broke while speaking, I assumed Amelia was about to cry. Either way, I didn't believe anything coming from her anymore. She was not a trustworthy person, and her sudden interest in her grandson confirmed that. "You'll have to forget about me too." Alexis' response shocked me even more, considering that, unfortunately, he was just starting to live.

Alexander looked at Alexis and as if they communicated telepathically, Alexis nodded his head before approaching Amelia and grabbing her arm.

"I'll take you to catch the flight with Gina, and we'll never see each other again."

Alexander closed the door behind him and let out a tired sigh before turning to look at me. I could sense how embarrassed he felt about the situation, and I didn't know if it was appropriate for me to be the first to speak, or even what to say. "I'm sorry, Sarah. You shouldn't be going through this. It's my fault for allowing..."

I interrupted him because it wasn't his fault for anything. If we had to blame someone, the main culprit was Amelia, and then it was me, as I allowed the mistreatment from the very beginning, all because I held onto the hope that she would eventually like me. "It's not your fault, in any case, that's already happened, it remains in the past." I said sincerely, that situation no longer disturbed me.

Alexander approached me with a half-smile that barely reached his eyes, which still looked embarrassed, and he took my hands before locking his honey-colored gaze on my face.

"And it will never happen again, Amelia. Gina and Grandpa will be out of our lives, far from Tristan, and they won't bother us again. Now you are my family, and I don't care who I have to confront to defend you, because if you are fine, I will be fine too, alright?" He delicately caressed one of my cheeks, and I nodded, smiling at his beautiful words, knowing that he wasn't saying them in vain, he was proving it with actions.

"I'm sorry for not realizing earlier, if only you had told me..."

"Alex, it's not relevant anymore. It doesn't affect me anymore, and it shouldn't affect you either. We are starting anew, right? So let's leave the torments behind and focus on what truly matters."

I took his hand that was still on my cheek, and Alexander smiled, never taking his eyes off mine. He nodded in response, and the hand holding mine slipped around my waist, eliminating the space between our bodies.

"I love you, my fairy." He whispered near my face, and the next second, he took my breath away when he joined his lips with mine, giving me the sweetest and softest kiss that made me forget about the tense moment we had with his mother.

With that kiss, I was closing a chapter, sealing his promise that his family would not be a problem for us, and now, we were embarking on a path without people who would ruin our harmony, our tranquility. We were leaving behind that failed marriage, thanks to the information we hid, the lack of communication.

Now that I saw it from a different perspective, getting a divorce was the best decision we could make. However, it left me a beautiful gift, our son.

I pulled away from his lips when I remembered a small but important detail, and he looked at me annoyed and confused for interrupting our kiss in such an abrupt way.

"And Tristan?"