The Untouchable Ex Wife novel Chapter 845

This b*stard was downright vulgar!

Sheila and Arthur were seething with anger. They quickly rushed towards old Mr. Hunt to complain.

"You… You heard that, didn't you, Uncle Timothy? Stefan was simply being disrespectful of us! Sheila only meant to give them the golden lock as a special gift with pure intentions. It's fine if they don't appreciate it, but how could he say that Jovan could be cut off from his children? You must grant us justice, Uncle!"

Sheila clung onto the armrest of the chair where old Mr. Hunt was seated, wailing as if the world was ending.

Arthur then added, bringing up his long-dead father to put more pressure on old Mr. Hunt, "My father died young, Uncle Timothy, but before he died, he entrusted me to you. Although I'm only your nephew, I've always looked up to you as my real father, so you can't let your son and grandson bully me like this. If Jovan really is cut off from his children, my bloodline will end with him, and in that case, my father will certainly have something to say about it when you meet him in heaven!"

"Arthur…" Old Mr. Hunt began. "We both know that your father entrusted you to me…"

Old Mr. Hunt always remembered his dead younger brother fondly, so he was never able to take any firm and decisive actions against Arthur Hunt and his family because he would always give in to them.

He heaved a heavy sigh and told Arthur, "You said you look up to me as your real father, so how could I not love you as my own son? Ever since you were a child, I brought you up together with my children, and I even brought Stefan and Jovan up together too. I've always distributed the responsibilities in H Group according to their abilities. I've always been fair and just."

"I know," the old man continued, "that you were dissatisfied when I handed H Group over to Stefan and let Jovan manage the branch overseas. I know that since then, you've been scheming and plotting to take over. I can turn a blind eye to all that, but what happened today is different… I won't interfere with what happened today. It is not my right to take charge of this matter."

Old Mr. Hunt turned to the butler beside him. "I'm tired. Take me back to my room. I'm going to take a rest now."

"What… What do you mean?"

Sheila felt as if a rug was pulled off from under her feet. In the past, no matter how much they crossed the line, old Mr. Hunt would eventually give in and take their side, so why did he give up his authority so easily today?