Chapter27
Bettie felt uneasy but didn’t dare disturb him in the study.
It wasn’t until half–past eleven at night that Seymour closed the study door and returned to the bedroom.
He stood in the walk–in closet, calmly removing his watch, and opening the wardrobe to prepare for bed, only to be shocked to find all of Felicia’s clothes gone.
He suddenly tensed and quickly opened the other half of the wardrobe, which was also empty.
Seymour’s breathing quickened, and he called out loudly, “Bettie!”
Bettie, who had been in the nanny’s room and hadn’t been sleeping well, jumped up at the sound and ran out. “Sir, you called me?”
“What’s going on in the walk–in closet? Where are Felicia’s clothes?”
Bettie lowered her head, not daring to meet his dark gaze. “Mrs. Lucero’s people took them.”
Upon hearing this, Seymour frowned deeply. “Did they take all her clothes away?”
Even as he asked, he felt it was absurd.
Bettie had told him they were taking some clothes, but not all of them.
“They didn’t say, and they didn’t let me interfere. They just said these were Mrs. Lucero’s personal belongings and took them away in several
suitcases.
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“I called Mrs. Lucero, and she said it was fine.”
After saying this, Bettie remained silent.
She felt that Felicia was acting in a way that suggested more than just taking clothes, it appeared she was getting ready to leave.
It looked like Felicia and Seymour were on the verge of divorcing.
Seymour’s neck veins protruded, and his chest rose and fell as he fought to control his anger. “I understand. Go back to your room.”
Once in the bedroom, he promptly dialed Felicia’s number.
The phone rang for an extended period without a response.
His anger caused his entire body to shake as he typed, “Felicia, what do you mean by this?”
Felicia, who was nearly asleep, was abruptly awakened by the call and feit angry.
She grabbed her phone, opened one eye, glanced at Seymour’s message, and responded, “I didn’t mean anything by it. Since you froze my card, I was planning to sell my clothes to support my daughter.”
It was merely about taking clothes, not genuinely selling them. The real purpose of this was to secretly take her personal documents out of the villa.
Seymour frowned again. Before he could reply, another message appeared
on the screen.
“Seymour, please check the time before calling next time. Just because you’re up, doesn’t mean my daughter and I aren’t trying to sleep!
“We are not like you. We are actual humans who need sleep. Please don’t
disturb us at such a late hour.”
After sending this, Felicia turned off her phone and fell back asleep.
Seymour looked around the somewhat empty bedroom, noticing the absence of Felicia’s things, and suddenly felt a surge of anxiety.
This was a stark contrast to the confident man who had declared to his son, “You won’t lose your mother,” during the day.
The next day. Yvonne, aware that Seymour and Ambrose were going to visit Felicia, slightly pursed her lips.
“She really thinks she’s important now. Does it require so much formality just to see her?”
Yesterday, while getting a spa, another lady inquired about her granddaughter, and she dismissed the question.
It was ironic that, despite her granddaughter being born so many days. ago, as a grandmother, she had barely seen her a few times.
This was simply absurd.
“Sey, you need to have a proper conversation with Felicia today. Her constant tantrums are not acceptable. People might assume that our Lucero family has treated her badly. I’m even unsure if my granddaughter has been properly cared for during this time she has been staying outside with her.”
He took a sip of coffee. “Mom, I will bring them home today.”
“That’s good. But don’t be too lenient, or she will become even more demanding.”
Seymour didn’t say anything further. Just as he was about to go upstairs to call his son, Ambrose came down, already clean and dressed.
Seymour glanced at Bettie and instructed. “Prepare a breakfast for Ambi to eat in the car.”
“Dad, why are we in such a hurry?”
Seymour merely glanced at Ambrose. “We agreed to leave at mine in the morning. If you are late again, you won’t get any breakfast.”
Ambrose frowned. He actually missed his mom a bit.
Felicia was always nagging, but she never skipped his breakfast. In comparison, his dad was too intimidating.
At half past nine, Felicia heard the doorbell and saw Rashad’s face outside, smiling as she opened the door.
“Mr. Pineda, you’re here.”
“Ms. Pruitt, this is a special power of attorney contract. Since you are currently in your postpartum period and it is inconvenient for you to come to the law firm office, I need to record this as part of our usual procedure and have you sign the contract.”
