The Lost Heiress: Never Forgiven (Sierra Xander) novel Chapter 510

Maddox knew the moment Jonathan got word of this visit, their years of brotherhood were officially over.

But the truth was—he hadn’t had a choice.

He had no idea why Victor wanted to visit Wendy’s grave. Standing before her tombstone now, guilt prickled at his chest.

That’s when Victor spoke.

“It’s been a long time. I always thought someone as fiery as you wouldn’t care for a man like Chase.”

Not that Chase was terrible—just too indecisive, too soft. Wendy, on the other hand, had always been the type to make swift, ruthless decisions.

Maddox glanced at Victor in surprise, wondering just what sort of history he had with Wendy… and Chase.

Before he could piece anything together, his phone rang.

It was a call from home.

“The Wynn family has cut all business ties with us.”

“So has the Yaeger Group. They’ve already sent a formal notice ending our cooperation.”

Maddox gave a bitter smile. “I figured.”

Talhand’s voice came through the line next. “You need to talk to Jonathan—work things out—”

Maddox cut him off. “You know his personality, Grandfather. What is there to work out?”

The moment the family pressured him into hiding things from Jonathan, the outcome had already been sealed.

Talhand bristled at the tone. “Are you blaming me?”

“I’m busy right now. We’ll talk later,” Maddox said flatly, ending the call.

He hadn’t gone far from Victor, so of course the older man had heard every word.

Victor smiled at him. “Trouble already?”

Before Maddox could respond, Victor continued, “Don’t worry. You’ve helped me plenty. I won’t let you suffer for it.”

“I’ll make sure the Treno family’s losses are compensated.”

“…Thank you, Mr. Victor.”

Maddox forced down his discomfort and thanked him politely, then asked with feigned nonchalance, “Did you know Madam Wendy personally?”

“Yes, we go way back,” Victor replied easily. “Tell me, what was Wendy like in your eyes?”

He sounded genuinely interested. Maddox thought for a moment before answering.

“It was a long time ago, but I remember her as very gentle… She was always kind to Jonathan.”

Back then, they didn’t know Jonathan well, but at public events, they’d see Wendy speaking to him in that gentle tone of hers.

“Gentle?”

Victor tilted his head, puzzled. He couldn’t picture it.

The woman in his memory was fierce to the end—bloodied, defiant, never once lowering her gaze.

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