The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 307
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Chapter 307:
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Now, even though the Ashton family was reluctant to lower their pride and admit their wrongs, they had no choice but to swallow their dignity.
Left alone in the house, Tracy’s anger simmered, a searing fire raging within her chest, demanding an outlet. Her hands trembled as she quickly gathered her things, determined to confront Corrine and settle the score.
But just as she reached the front gate, a court summons was delivered to her. Tracy’s eyes scanned the text on the paper, her fingers shaking uncontrollably as her breath caught in her throat. Her knees buckled beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground, utterly unprepared for the blow.
“‘Mrs. Ashton!” a maid cried out in alarm, rushing forward to help her to her feet. Tracy clung to the maid’s hands, her voice tight with panic.
“Hurry! Call Millard and Bruce back!”
Bruce remained at the company to handle the crisis, but Millard rushed home. Upon seeing Tracy crying hysterically, he immediately sought answers.
“What happened?” he demanded, his gaze flickering to the maid, who quickly explained the situation.
Normally, it took time for a lawsuit to progress to the point of a court summons. But with Waldo Ford handling the case, it was hard to guarantee the court wouldn’t expedite things.
“Honey, what are we going to do?” Tracy’s voice cracked with distress, her words choked by sobs.
“Rita is so young; she’s just a girl. If she ends up in prison, how will she ever have a future? How will she get married?”
Millard’s face darkened as he grasped the full weight of the situation. It wasn’t just Rita’s reputation on the line—it was the entire Ashton family’s legacy. He sank into the sofa, the tension in his shoulders evident as he lit a cigarette.
“Only the one who caused the mess can clean it up. We need to figure out how to make Corrine drop the lawsuit.”
Hearing her husband’s words, Tracy’s sobs quieted, her breathing still ragged as she glanced up at Millard, her eyes swollen with tears.
“Do you really think she’ll agree?”
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They both knew that after the falling out at Ashton Group’s anniversary event, Corrine’s trust in them had shattered. With everything that had happened, why would she simply drop the lawsuit? Especially after Bruce’s betrayal and now Rita’s mess—Corrine wasn’t likely to back down easily.
“Whether she agrees or not, we have to try,” Millard replied, his tone firm yet filled with quiet sincerity as his eyes met Tracy’s. After years of sharing a life with her, how could he not understand her thoughts? He paused, his expression softening as he added, “You need to come with me.”
Tracy hesitated, ready to protest. But Millard raised a hand, silencing her.
“I know you have your reservations about Corrine, but this is bigger than just your feelings. It’s about the Ashton family, about Rita. Can you really sit back and let Rita go to jail?”
Tracy fell silent, her breath shaky as the weight of his words sank in. Slowly, she closed her eyes, letting out a reluctant sigh before whispering, “Alright.”
“Then I’ll call Corrine.” Millard gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his gesture a quiet attempt to soothe her frayed nerves.
Corrine was taken aback when she received a call from Millard. Farris had three sons, but none of them had particularly stood out—until Bruce had come along, using his wit and cunning to carve a place for himself. It was thanks to Tracy’s foresight in keeping Bruce close to Farris that Millard had gained any semblance of status within the family.
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