Chapter 951
After Wyatt said that, the private room fell silent. Only the heavy breathing of two men out of anger could be heard.
Until...
Fiona pulled the tableware over, making a clinking sound. Then she burst into laughter.
Wyatt looked silently at Fiona.
Meanwhile, Oliver frowned and looked over.
"You guys are really funny," Fiona shook her head and said, "Stella is also unlucky to meet you two men."
Then, her gaze, cold and indifferent, landed on Oliver. "What are you? Just because you like a girl, the girl has to accept you? If she doesn't accept, does she have to endure your bullying and retaliation for over a decade?"
After Fiona knew Wyatt's friends were led by Oliver to isolate and bully Stella, she really thought that Oliver should be punished.
"Others treated Stella that way because they got her wrong. But you are different." Fiona's eyes were full of disgust. "You simply don't care how many people Stella has been with or whether she is promiscuous or not. You hate it that she is fine with being with any man but simply not you."
"Enough!" Oliver roared.
The door was immediately pushed open.
Christopher appeared with a fierce look.
Fiona waved at him. "It's okay."
Christopher gave Oliver a menacing look, turned around and politely closed the door behind him.
Oliver's chest heaved more violently. "Fiona, I asked you to help resolve the conflict!"
Fiona leaned back in her chair, looking at Oliver playfully. "Obviously, because of what you did, not only can I not resolve the conflict, I even want to get rid of you."
Oliver stood there. After a moment of silence, he suddenly seemed to collapse, holding his head and sitting down. "I know I was out of line, but I couldn't control myself... These years, I felt guilty on the one hand, but as soon as I saw Stella still entangled with Wyatt, I started to get angry!"
After Oliver finished speaking, as if afraid that Wyatt wouldn't believe him, Oliver looked at him with red eyes. "Wyatt, believe me, I no longer have those feelings for her. I love my wife very much, you know that!"
"Do you want me to let you go?" Wyatt asked.
Oliver nodded with red eyes. "If Stella wants, I can apologize to her in person!"
"I have a request." Wyatt raised his chin, his eyes devoid of any extra emotion. "If you can do it, I will back off."
"Tell me! As long as I can do it, I'll brave any danger!" Oliver immediately nodded vigorously.
"I don't need you to brave any danger." Wyatt tilted his head slightly, looking at Oliver. A faint smile finally appeared on his face. "I want you to get a divorce, and from now on, you are not allowed to see Emily and Isabella."
Fiona was stunned. She looked at Wyatt in astonishment.
The smile on Oliver's face also froze in an instant, and the next moment, he grabbed the tableware and smashed it towards Wyatt.
Wyatt didn't even dodge.
The tableware hit him hard on the shoulder and shattered.
The broken porcelain left a bloody cut on Wyatt's cheek, causing his cheek to bleed.
Oliver cursed, "Are you crazy?"
"You vacillated towards Stella yourself and lost Stella, and now you want me to lose my wife just like you? Wyatt, are you crazy?"
"Are you just realizing that?" Wyatt raised his hand and lightly patted his shoulder. "This is your only way out. The choice is in your hands."
After that, Wyatt looked at Fiona. "Let's go eat somewhere else. This place has become unpleasant because of him. I've lost the appetite."
With that, Wyatt stood up. He lifted his foot as if stepping on something.
Wyatt moved his foot and glanced down.
Under his foot was a small hair clip.
It seemed like the one Isabella had in her hair just now. Probably when Isabella didn't want to leave him and struggled, the hair clip fell off.
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