Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 644: Finally answering the phone, Wilton was immediately met with her anxious questions.

How is Lindsay? When will you manage to secure her release? she asked, her voice filled with worry.

Mom, we need to let the investigation run its course, Wilton responded, his voice weary and tinged with resignation.

Lindsay has to face the consequences of her actions.

You cant keep shielding her.

If shes innocent, shell be out soon enough.

Wiltons measured response struck a nerve, fueling a fiery anger in Liza.

Her eyes flashed with fury, and her hands trembled as she balled them into fists.

Was this how a father was meant to talk? Such indifference to his own child? Lizas voice cracked with indignation as she lashed out, her cheeks flushed with rage.

Wilton, are you even Lindsays father? Your daughter rots away in a cell, and you sit there, refusing to lift a finger to help her! What kind of father behaves this way? Has Harlee cast some spell on you that youve neglected your own daughter? Maybe you and Belen never truly wanted Lindsay.

If thats the case, why bother bringing her into this world at all? Wiltons expression darkened, his face growing icy.

Pausing briefly, Wilton finally spoke, his words cutting through the tension.

You were the one who pushed for it.

It was a painful admission, but he felt it was necessary to address her meddling and put an end to it.

Wilton still loved Lindsay and had resolved to withdraw from his demanding career to be with her once she was released.

Even if she pushed him away, he was determined to make things right in whatever way she saw fit.

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With a tender touch, she eased the tension in his forehead and whispered softly, Im here for you.

Grasping her hand, Wilton found solace in her warmth, as they both tuned out Lizas shrill tirade that echoed from the phone.

At the height of his mothers rant, Wilton interrupted with a firm, Im busy, and promptly disconnected the call.

Moments later, Belen glanced at her phone.

Earlier, Harlee called.

I need to get back to her.

Belen dialed, and after several rings, Harlees serene voice filled the room.

Belen.

Harlee, whats the matter? Belen asked, intuitively sensing that the call had something to do with Lindsay.

She switched the phone to speaker, allowing Wilton to overhear the conversation.

I noticed the weather report for Valewood, Harlee remarked, her voice tinged with concern.

Theres a severe snowstorm on the horizon.

You should wrap up your work and head down the mountain.

If you get stranded, it might be impossible for rescue teams to reach you.

Belen and Wilton exchanged a look, a hint of remorse shadowing their features.

They had previously misjudged Harlees intentions, and now her genuine concern was evident.

After a moment, Belen responded, her voice slightly shaky, Understood.

Well finish our tasks and make our way down shortly.

Her words carried a newfound appreciation for Harlees care, something she realized had been missing in her interactions with Lindsay.

Harlees fingers danced over the mouse, meticulously verifying her calculations over and over again.

Once she was confident in the accuracy of her data, she shut her laptop with a decisive click and said earnestly, Make sure you leave by five, no later.

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