Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 995

"Do you even believe what you're saying?" Wren demanded.

If it weren't for Nyla's return to the country, Gabriel would never have asked Jane for a divorce. It was all Nyla's fault. If only Nyla had died when she fell into the sea five years ago…

Gabriel stared at Wren, his expression unreadable. "Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter to me. You should mind your own business and stop interfering with mine."

"Gabriel, are you really trying to drive me crazy?" Wren snapped.

"I'm not trying to upset you, and I haven't done anything to hurt you. It's you who keeps meddling in my affairs. I don't listen, so you get angry. You should reflect on whether it's right for you to interfere with my life," Gabriel replied flatly.

Wren felt a wave of disappointment as she met Gabriel's cold gaze. "Gabriel, I worked so hard to send you abroad for school, not for you to come back and make me miserable!"

"If you just stayed out of my business, you'd have fewer problems," Gabriel retorted.

"Fine! Since you're so stubborn, I'll pretend you're not my son. We're cutting ties!" Wren spat, storming out of the room.

She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the villa.

Once outside, she immediately called Jane. "I've tried talking to him, but it's useless. You'll have to figure it out on your own."

Hearing Wren's defeat, Jane said, "Mom, whether I divorce Gabriel or not doesn't really matter, but Wilhelm is your grandson. Do you really want him to grow up in a single-parent household?"

Of course, Wren didn't want that, but she was powerless against Gabriel.

"What can I do about it? You've been married to him for five years and can't even control your own husband. Maybe you should think about whether there's something wrong with you," Wren said bitterly.

Jane huffed, her voice sharp. "Mom, who are you to criticize me? You're Gabriel's mother. He's the way he is because of you! You know I've only been with him for five years. What effect could that have compared to your 20-plus years of influence?"

Wren sighed, her patience running thin. "Anyway, I'm done with your problems. I don't want to be involved anymore. You figure it out."