Chapter 1733:


    “No evasions,” Elsa snapped. “Tell me the address right now, or I’ll make sure my son fires you.”


    Neville hesitated, scrambling for an excuse, but ultimately yielded to the pressure. “It’s the Pearl Mansion on Baker Avenue.”


    Elsa ended the call, jotted down the details, and finally managed topose herself enough to finish her meal.


    “Emmett,” she muttered, “you think you can use my son’s money and his house to please your new wife? Not a chance.”


    Troubled by the exchange, Neville immediately called Ethan. Fresh from a shower, Ethan listened to the update with a scowl. “Got it,” he said. “She was bound to find out sooner orter. Don’t worry about it.”


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    No one understood Elsa’s temperament better than Ethan. A confrontation was inevitable. Even so, he had no intention of intervening. Let her unleash her anger—she would settle down eventually.


    The following morning, Elsa drove straight to Emmett’s new residence. By sheer coincidence, she spotted his car at the gate just as it was preparing to leave. The driver was at the wheel, with Emmett and Shari in the backseat, heading out for a prenatal check-up. Without a moment’s hesitation, Elsa swung her vehicle across the road and blocked their path.


    Emmett’s patience snapped the moment he saw who was blocking their path.


    Shari lurched forward from the sudden stop, nearly striking the seat ahead. Emmett caught her at once, his concern evident. “Are you hurt? Are you all right?”


    Shari pressed a hand to her stomach, still shaken. “I’m okay, just startled. Who does something like that? Are they out of their mind?”


    Emmett peered through the windshield, his expression darkening. “It’s my ex-wife. No telling what she’s after this time.” He ced a steady hand on Shari’s arm. “Stay here. I’ll handle it.”


    Through the ss, Shari watched Elsa climb out of her car, anger radiating from every step.


    Emmett got out as well, jaw clenched. “Move your car. We need to get through.”


    Elsa didn’t even try to be civil. The mere sight of Emmett was enough to ignite her temper. “Move out of my son’s house first, and maybe I’ll think about letting you pass.”


    That pushed Emmett further. “Your son? He’s my son, too. What’s wrong with him giving me a house? And how is any of this your business?” He had kept Brenna’s gift of the house a secret, so when Elsa imed it belonged to Ethan, he saw no reason to correct her.


    Elsa nced past him and spotted Shari in the backseat. Her mouth curved into a cold, mocking smile. “Too afraid to let her face me? You think I’m going to hurt her? You really do pamper that woman.”


    The barbnded, but Emmett was used to Elsa’s sharp tongue. “My personal life stopped being your concern the moment we divorced. Ethan gave me that house, and I have every right to live in it, whether you approve or not.”


    Elsa sneered. “How do I not have a say? That is my son’s house. Who gave you permission to move in without asking me? I don’t approve, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll be out before I lose my patience.”


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