THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.-Chapter 307

The heavy silence in the room had begun pressing down on him, and he knew if he stayed a second longer, his thoughts would consume him. He stepped out of the mansion like a man on a mission. His footsteps were brisk and deliberate, the weight of everything tightening his chest.

The evening breeze brushed against his face as he crossed the threshold of the grand marble steps and made his way toward the garden path. His jaw clenched slightly, and his fingers itched as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. There was no hesitation. No pause. He already knew who he needed to call. He dialed Lisa's number.

The phone didn't even ring twice before she picked up.

"Oliver?" her voice came through, sharp but calm.

"I need you to send me the full address," Oliver said, his voice quiet, but steady, too steady. "Victoria's residence. Her family's place. Every detail. I want to go there myself."

There was a moment of silence from the other end. Lisa, sensing the storm behind his voice, didn't ask questions.

"No problem," she replied. "I'll send it right now."

"Thanks," Oliver muttered and immediately ended the call.

He stared at the phone screen for a second longer than necessary, the glow of the screen reflecting in his eyes like a flicker of something darker. He had barely taken a single step forward, ready to storm the battlefield of his own making, when

A voice cut through the silence behind him.

"We need to talk."

Upon hearing that voice, Oliver froze for a brief second. There was no mistaking it. That cold tone, dripping with passive hostility. It was Clinton.

Slowly, Oliver turned around, his face calm but unreadable. His eyes locked with Clinton's, and for a moment, there was only silence between them heavy, sharp, filled with unspoken tension.

Clinton was standing just a few feet away now, arms crossed, his lips curled slightly in a smug grin. "We need to talk," he said again, casually, like they were long-time friends sharing a moment.

Oliver nodded slowly. "Alright," he said quietly. "What are we talking about?" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Without answering directly, Clinton extended one hand, motioning towards the small garden table and chairs near the side of the house — a space the family often used for evening tea and casual talks. "Take a seat," Clinton said. "Let's talk properly."

But Oliver didn't move. His gaze didn't shift either. "I'm fine standing," he replied. "Say what you came here to say."

Clinton let out a soft chuckle, as if amused by Oliver's refusal. He stepped closer now, hands slipping into his pockets, his demeanor as arrogant as ever.

"You're the tough type then," Clinton said, nodding slightly as though he'd figured Oliver out. "The noble, silent, brooding kind. I've seen your type before, believe me. Always walking around with that righteous air, acting like they're better than everyone else. It doesn't impress me."

He paused, then leaned slightly forward, his smile fading. "But what really bothers me… isn't your attitude. It's the fact that you think you can play this entire family like fools."

Oliver raised an eyebrow, but didn't interrupt.

Clinton's voice sharpened now, his words slicing through the garden air. "You think we don't see what you're doing? Acting all charming for Cora's father, saying all the right things, pretending to be the perfect fiancé. Please. You just got here. You don't belong in this family. You don't know the rules. And the fact that you're trying to bend them already… it makes me sick."

He took one step closer.

"I don't know what kind of game you and Cora are playing," Clinton continued. "But I'm telling you now whatever it is, it's going to crash. And when it does, don't say I didn't warn you."

Oliver's jaw clenched slightly, but still, he didn't speak. His silence was more powerful than any retort.

Clinton smiled again, this time with a touch of cruelty. "You might have fooled her father… for now. But you haven't fooled me."

Hearing what Clinton just said, Oliver's face relaxed into a calm, amused smile. Without saying a word, he slowly folded his arms, his eyes never leaving Clinton's face.

"Well," he said with a quiet laugh, his voice steady but clearly laced with irritation, "I really don't know what you're talking about. Why are you pointing accusing fingers at me like I've done something terrible?"

He tilted his head slightly. "Have I fooled anyone? Who exactly did I deceive? Clinton, if something's wrong, you should stop circling around the point like a child chasing his own shadow. Just say whatever it is you came to say."

His tone was blunt now, not because he was being disrespectful, but because he was tired of the games and assumptions.

Clinton's jaw tightened the moment Oliver finished speaking. Without another word, he slowly pushed himself up from the seat behind him and turned to face Oliver directly. His steps were slow, deliberate, and full of hidden heat.

He stood squarely in front of Oliver, looking him dead in the eye. "So you really think I don't know what's going on between you and Cora?" he said, his voice sharp but controlled, like someone holding back a storm.

"I'm very, very aware of what both of you have been doing. Every little act, every little smile, all the fake affection it doesn't fool me, Oliver," he said, jabbing a finger slightly in the air as he spoke. "You both think you're clever. You think you can play this whole family like we're some bunch of idiots watching a cheap soap opera?"

Then Clinton let out a bitter laugh and took a step closer.

"Well," he continued, "I'll tell you one thing I'm not buying it. I've been watching you from the very beginning, Oliver. Watching how conveniently you and Cora suddenly became a couple. And from the very first moment, I knew it. I knew you two were only pretending to be into each other."

Then Clinton took another step closer, his voice dropping low like a secret being passed between brothers. His tone was soft, almost casual, but beneath it was something else something calculated.

"Look, Oliver," he said, glancing briefly toward the house to make sure no one was watching. "We're both men here. No need to act like strangers. I know exactly what's going on between you and Cora."