Chapter 385

Chapter 385:

Hearing this, Denver stood frozen. Never had he intended to issue such an ultimatum to force his parents to accept Hadley, yet here his mother was, pushing him into a choice he had not planned to make so soon.

“I will not give up on Hadley.” Denver let out a deep sigh. “If that is truly what you want, then fine… I will leave.”

Without another word, he turned back toward his room.

Wilma was completely caught off guard. Without hesitation, she hurried after him, her pulse quickening as she watched in disbelief—he was actually packing his bags.

Panic flared in her eyes, and she snapped, “Do you think walking away is that easy? I’ll freeze your accounts too!”

Denver hesitated mid-motion. “Mom?”

Believing she had finally struck fear into him, Wilma let out a triumphant smirk. “Feeling scared now? That’s more like it! You were really about to throw everything away for that woman—”

“Enough.” Denver’s jaw tightened as he swallowed his anger. No matter how furious he was, she was still his mother. He didn’t want to cross a line he couldn’t return from. But that didn’t mean he would just stand there and take it.

“Mom, Hadley is the woman I love. The least you can do is show her some respect. Do whatever you want, but my decision is final.” He knew one thing for certain—leaving this house wouldn’t spell his doom. He would survive. But Hadley? He couldn’t give up on her. Without another word, Denver zipped his suitcase shut, grabbed the handle, and turned to leave.

“What is happening here?”

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Roderick arrived just in time to witness the unfolding scene. His chest tightened as he reached for his son’s arm. “Where do you think you’re going? We should talk this through!”

“Let him go! Do not stop him!” Wilma shot her husband a withering glare and snapped, “Denver has lost all sense! If he’s so determined to leave, then let him!”

“Dad.” Denver freed himself from his father’s grasp, his expression calm yet unwavering. “I am leaving. Take care of yourselves.” With that, he strode toward the stairs, his suitcase rolling behind him.

“Hey…” Roderick called after him, his voice laced with hesitation. “Let him go!”

Wilma latched onto her husband’s arm, watching their son’s retreating figure with thinly veiled frustration. “He actually believes living on his own will be a walk in the park? He’s never faced a real struggle—let’s see how long he lasts!”

Roderick blinked, caught off guard. “Well… if that is what you think.”

The following day, Eric heard from Marshall about Denver’s abrupt departure from his family home.

Barrie let out a low whistle. “So he really got kicked out?”

“Yes,” Marshall nodded. “Aunt Wilma is serious. She has warned all relatives and friends not to extend a helping hand unless they want to be on her bad side.”

With that decree in place, who would dare to defy her?

“Wow.” Barrie clicked his tongue. “That’s brutal. Looks like she has no intention of ever accepting Hadley.”

As he spoke, his gaze flicked toward Eric.

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