Chapter 383
“If not her, then who?”
Wilma’s anger flared up, her disbelief evident. “I think you’ve completely lost your mind! What’s so special about her that you keep defending her? Tell me—what else did she say about me?”
“It was Eric!” Denver responded honestly, his voice steady. “He’s the one who told me! Hadley never said a single bad word about you!”
At the mention of Eric, Wilma’s expression darkened even further.
“Denver, listen to yourself. Hadley and Eric are divorced, and to think he still defends her like that… Do you really want to be with someone like her?”
“What do you mean ‘someone like her’?”
Denver was taken aback and quickly explained, “Hadley is part of the Flynn family. Even if she and Eric are divorced, they’re still family!”
“Oh, please!” Wilma’s anger only grew. “Enough! There’s nothing more to discuss! I’ll never approve of you marrying a divorced woman! Even if she’s adopted by the president, it doesn’t change a thing!”
So, no room for compromise?
Denver paused for a moment, his thoughts swirling. Then, he nodded slowly. “Alright, I understand.”
His sudden compliance made Wilma uneasy. “What are you planning? Are you really willing to cut ties with your family for her?”
“No.” Denver shook his head. “If I did that, you’d only hate Hadley even more. I’m not that foolish.”
“At least you have some sense!”
“But…” Denver remained calm, his voice steady. “Mom, I’m not giving up on Hadley. I really care about her. If you can’t accept it, then I’ll handle the pressure from both sides. Get some rest. Goodnight.”
With that, he turned and walked out, closing the door quietly behind him.
“Denver!”
Wilma shot to her feet, stunned, her voice a mix of surprise and disbelief.
She never expected her usually obedient son to stand up to her like this!
“Everything I do is for you, you foolish boy!”
Wilma gritted her teeth, her resolve hardening. She was determined to find a way to separate them—no matter what it took!
Denver realized he had completely misjudged the situation. He never anticipated his parents would fight his relationship with Hadley so fiercely.
Back in his room, he grabbed his phone, planning to call her.
But then, he saw a message from Hadley.
“Denver, it wasn’t the right time to talk at the Flynn Mansion earlier. Your mother is right, and I agree—we’re just not right for each other. Please don’t insist on this anymore. Don’t do anything because of me.”
Reading the message, Denver jumped to his feet, a cold sweat creeping down his back. Without wasting another second, he dialed Hadley’s number.
“Hadley!”
His grip on the phone tightened, his heart racing. “Please don’t be upset. I’ve already talked to my mom. Can we decide our future for ourselves?”