Chapter 953
Fiona was texting. She looked up at Wyatt in confusion, saying, "No. But I don't know who you are planning to take down after Oliver. I have no say in this."
Wyatt fell silent.
His expression gradually turned impatient. "Then why don't you talk me into letting go of Oliver instead?"
"Why would I? He's so despicable. Stella couldn't stay in your circle because of him. He should take responsibility! Just let Oliver die. Why would I persuade you to let him go?" Fiona retorted.
Wyatt's face darkened even more. Then, he forcefully hit the headrest of the driver's seat.
Christopher, who had just sat down, looked puzzled.
"Why did you ask me to come and see him then?" Wyatt asked.
"You just said earlier that it was great to slap someone in the face, and now are you blaming me?" Fiona looked exasperated.
Wyatt felt a surge in his throat. He seemed like he was about to cough up blood.
"I thought your hatred was deep and resolute, but meeting once has made you waver?" Fiona continued sarcastically.
Wyatt's expression grew even darker.
Of course, he was resolute!
For what Oliver did to Stella, Wyatt almost went straight to Oliver's door with a knife to tear him apart!
But...
Wyatt couldn’t get what he had just seen off his mind, including Emily's crying face, Isebella's smiling face, and her calling for him in tears.
In fact, Wyatt had never noticed any similarities between Emily and Stella. Yet, just now, when Wyatt saw Emily who was bloodshot, in his mind, he automatically overlapped Emily's face with Stella's face in the past.
Now, it wasn't just him who was affected by Oliver's actions. His whole family and business partners were implicated.
He didn't want a divorce.
When they were pushed to the corner, others would force him.
With Wyatt's understanding of the dark side of influential families, the consequences of not divorcing would directly lead to widowhood.
"Fuck!" Wyatt couldn't help cursing!
Coincidentally, at that moment, Bay City, where it had been scorching hot for days, was hit by a heavy rain.
The rain pattered heavily against the car windows.
In the rain, the Olivers also emerged from the Spanish restaurant.
Emily, looking somewhat lost, walked ahead.
Oliver hurriedly went up to her to shelter her with an umbrella.
Wyatt watched silently for a moment.
Then he took out his phone and made a call, "Stop it."
After speaking, he hung up directly.
"I don't need to eat. Drive me back home!" Wyatt didn't even look at Fiona, looking furious.
If it weren't for Isabella, if he hadn't really seen something in Emily that resembled Emily, Wyatt would never let Oliver off like this!
"Wyatt." Fiona leaned back on the comfortable headrest, looking ahead with a smile on her lips. "Admit it, you're not that irredeemable person. Stop acting like an aloof and ruthless man anymore."
Wyatt became even more annoyed after hearing this. He urged Christopher to drive.
Christopher glanced at Fiona.
Fiona nodded slightly.
Only then did Christopher start the car and head back the way they came.
Throughout the journey, Wyatt remained silent.
It was Fiona who answered call after call.
The three of them returned to Wyatt's house.
As the car came to a stop, Wyatt was about to open the door and get out.
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