Oliver Wright, who had just hung up the phone, was in a complete panic. How could this happen? All these years, he’d watched the Allens search high and low for their biological daughter, with a sense of satisfaction from being above them, like watching clowns perform. But in the end, he was the real clown. He couldn’t get any money from the Allens. Wright Corporation was facing bankruptcy. The skyscrapers he’d built over the years could fall easily once two crucial bricks were pulled out, collapsing in an instant. The court rulings for compensation, high penalty fees, and unsellable jewelry piled up in his hands. Oliver Wright knew clearly that the company was beyond saving. If he tried to hold on, he’d be ruined for the rest of his life. With a ruthless heart, Oliver decided to take his lover and son, abscond with the money to escape abroad, hoping for a fresh start. He withdrew all the remaining money from the company’s accounts that day, without a word to the Wright family’s old residence, planning to flee abroad overnight with the woman and son he kept outside. As for Ava Wright, Oliver had no intention of caring for her; just like Bess Bennett, they were liabilities with no use left. The fool still thought she could get money from the Allens, not even knowing she’d been exposed, stupid. No one else mattered; as long as his son was around. Ironically, Oliver didn’t care about anyone, treating them all as tools for his use, but he genuinely cared about this son, hoping he could continue the family line. Oliver Wright booked the flight tickets, packed his things, and prepared to leave the country overnight. But he didn’t know Amelia Wright, who had caused his bankruptcy, wasn’t ready to let go. The moment he touched the company’s funds, Amelia knew what he was planning. Amelia knew Oliver would leave and would certainly take his son with him, so she simply and directly sent people to watch that illegitimate child, waiting for Oliver to walk into the trap. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍 Then Amelia notified Ava Wright, letting her know Oliver was about to abscond with funds, leaving the company’s debts on her shoulders. Ava Wright, playing the role of the pitiful daughter-in-law pestered by her mother-in-law at the Smith family, had just heard the news about Wright Corporation facing bankruptcy and hadn’t even processed it when she got the news of Oliver absconding with the money. She no longer pinned her hopes on the Wright family, but if they weren’t leaving her the family assets, that’s one thing, but leaving her with the debts was another; she wouldn’t have it! Ava Wright ripped off her apron and dashed out of the Wright family. All she heard behind her was Marsh Smith’s mother’s sarcastic voice: "Where are you going so late, the Wright family is nearly gone, and you really think you’re some kind of lady; you’re useless, my son will divorce you sooner or later!" Marsh’s mother noticed something was wrong after the marriage; her son didn’t seem to like Ava Wright. But for some reason, whenever she urged her son to divorce, he wouldn’t; even after the Wright family trouble, he still demonstrated unwillingness. Ava Wright, hearing the cynical insults, finally couldn’t take it anymore and exploded: "I won’t divorce, as long as I disagree, your son can forget about ever divorcing! He’ll never escape me!" "You... dare speak to me like that!" "Why wouldn’t I? Hmph, you old bat!" Ava Wright, in a terrible mood, decided she’d nothing to lose. Recently, she noticed Marsh Smith’s attitude toward her had changed, realizing her attempts to please him wouldn’t result in reconciliation. Since she couldn’t win him back anyway, why bother pleasing anyone? She’d long wanted to turn against this old hag. After her outburst, Ava quickly left; in her heart, she’d try to reconcile with Marsh Smith if possible, but if not, a divorce would be fine; anyway, she’d have half a billion in the future as long as Oliver didn’t leave her a pile of debts, nothing else mattered. Ava Wright hurried to the unfamiliar address. Greenhill Villa, a relatively quiet villa area in Riverwood City. This was the address mentioned in the information she received. She was puzzled; if Oliver was fleeing overnight, why wasn’t he packing at the Wright Family home, and instead going to this villa area? Puzzled or not, she still went quickly; since the person told her Oliver’s intent to abscond with the funds, there was no need to trick her over this. Coincidentally, as Ava Wright arrived at Greenhill Villa, she saw Oliver Wright, dragging luggage, with a man and a woman, about to leave. The woman appeared to be in her forties, cleanly dressed. She looked gentle. And the young man, Ava Wright just glanced and widened her eyes. The reason was his striking resemblance to Oliver Wright. No questions needed, Ava instantly, almost instinctively, thought he was Oliver’s illegitimate son, and that woman must be Oliver’s secret lover. Always believing she was the only daughter of the Wright family, Ava was completely unable to accept this. What she couldn’t accept even more was how Oliver had abandoned her ; once trouble arose, he hadn’t considered her for a second, focusing solely on fleeing with his lover and son. Seeing Ava appear, Oliver instinctively shielded the two behind him, speaking coldly: "What are you doing here?" Ava suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, like a madwoman. After laughing enough, she pointed at Oliver and screeched emotionally: "What am I doing here? If I hadn’t come, would you have fled with your bastard, leaving me with the mess? If I didn’t come, how could I see your disgusting true face!" "Shut up! Don’t forget, I’m divorced from Bess Bennett; they are my legal wife and son, and you are the outsider!" Ava laughed until she cried: "So you divorced her so decisively, not because Amelia forced you, but because you planned it all along, you hypocrite! Calling me an outsider, me who’s been your daughter for over twenty years... an outsider!" Their argument had already caught the attention of the villa area’s security. Not wanting further trouble, Oliver commanded directly: "Move aside." But Ava didn’t move; instead, she spread her arms to block Oliver, determined that if he wanted to discard her for a better life, he’d never get away with it! Ava angrily grabbed Oliver’s arm, attempting to pull her away, but Ava turned her head and fiercely bit Oliver’s hand. Ava bit hard as if wanting to tear off a chunk of flesh. When the mother and son behind her hurriedly pulled her off, Oliver’s hand was bloodied, and he retaliated with a slap to Ava. Ava then screamed manically: "Help, someone help! Oliver Wright’s beating me, Wright Corporation’s bankrupt, he’s trying to flee abroad with stolen money, someone report and stop him!" Oliver’s expression was vicious, truly ready to end Ava Wright now. Father and daughter were like enemies. Ava, unable to block Oliver and the other two, was quickly pulled aside, too tied up to deal with her any further, intending to settle abroad first. But at this point, many people heard the commotion and swarmed in, blocking their way. "Move aside, get out of the way, don’t block the path!" "This matter doesn’t concern you; don’t meddle!" The crowd grew larger, not allowing passage. Ava laughed and shouted: "Ha-ha-ha, everyone stop him, Oliver Wright is a swindler!" On the outskirts of the crowd. Amelia Wright stood at a distance, silently watching the chaotic scene unfold. They, like her previous life. Desperate, hysterical.