The CEO’S Unplanned Heir novel (Aurelia and Leopold)

Chapter 1239

Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, and Aurelia quickly handed her a tissue.

"Lisbeth, honey, let's save the blues for later, alright?"

Lisbeth knew the traditions well, no tears, no sorrow, no quarrels at this time, or risk a year filled with

the same. But she couldn't help herself, and happiness seemed like a distant dream now.

Harriet took a sip of her Earl Grey, her voice languid, "Aurelia, don't take things too lightly. You're young

and beautiful now, and Leopold's all sweet on you, but when you're my age, he might get bored, lose

interest, and start looking for some young thing on the side."

The words struck a chord in Aurelia, a shiver running through her, but she masked it with a slight smile.

"Aunt Harriet, the future's a mystery to us all. I'm focusing on the here and now. And if one-day things

do go south, well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."

Harriet didn't buy that Aurelia was so easygoing. Youthful naivety, she thought, “She would turn to

regret when the beauty faded and the man strayed.”

"Back in the day, I thought the same. He'd play his little games, and I'd turn a blind eye, telling myself

he was just having fun, nothing serious. But, now he proved me wrong."

Aurelia countered, "You should've never let Uncle Charles off the hook that first time. If you play deaf

and dumb, he'll think it's all fine and dandy, and it'll only get worse. You can't coddle men like that. The

more you bend over backward, the less they see you."

Her words hit home, and Harriet's face paled ever so slightly.

"If I made a fuss, he'd say I was making mountains out of molehills, wouldn't that just annoy him

more?"

Aurelia shrugged, "Silent or not, it's not like he appreciates you either way."

"At least he comes home. If we fight, he'll stay away even more," Harriet retorted.

"But he's hardly home now, right? Or you wouldn't be this upset, would you?" Aurelia pointed out.

Harriet's mouth twitched as if stung by a bee.

"He's probably at the hospital with that little vixen, doubt he'll be home today."

Aurelia cast a meaningful glance at her before turning to Beverley, "Beverley, call Uncle Charles and

tell him to come home for dinner. It's the first day of the year, and no one's allowed to be absent. It's a

Stirling family tradition."

"Okay." Beverley fished out her phone and dialed Charles.

"Dad, where are you?"

"Never you mind," Charles snapped back.

Beverley pouted, "I wouldn't bother. You've got to come home for the family dinner. It's a Stirling Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

tradition."

Through the phone, Beverley heard the sound of a woman crying. Dad was indeed with that actress.

Charles was silent for a moment, then said, "Alright, I know."

Beverley hung up, and Harriet, having heard the woman's sobs, felt a spark of anger, "He's with that

little temptress."

Beverley wrapped her arms around her, "Mom, let's not fight with Dad when he gets back. Arguing will

only push him further toward her."

Harriet snorted, "Even if I don't start a fight, he will. He's convinced I've turned the staff against him.

He'll be nice to me?"

"Just clear things up with him," Beverley suggested.

Aurelia thought Beverley seemed progressive on the surface but was actually quite traditional at heart.

If it were her, she'd never let her mom be the doormat, and she'd team up with her to take down the

mistress, making her regret it.

They would see if she dared to mess with them again.